Rel Elite - Bad Boys In Fast Cars lyrics

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Rel Elite - Bad Boys In Fast Cars lyrics

[Intro: The Boy Illinois] She'll be on her She'll be on her She'll be on her, she'll be on her way She'll be on her She'll be on her She'll be on her, she'll be on her way [Verse 1: The Boy Illinois] She say she on the way and said that BS can wait They say we don't belong together whenever we in the states And she say I'm a trip but take a trip anyway And whenever we fly we always hate TSA Everything real on her we check bags every day And we always escape to a far away place Ain't got no love for the hate ain't got no time for the lies Cause I swear that it flies when we three hours behind [Hook] Girl you know what I'm on Take to long than I'm gone This don't last forever time ticking like a time bomb Girl you know what I'm on Take to long than I'm gone This don't last forever time ticking like a time bomb And she say she had a blast All around the team cause we all about our cash And you know its live young and die fast But we do it faster She like riding with bad boys in fast cars We grind till we cut the lights on And ball like we out the strike zone We grind till we cut the lights on And ball like we out the strike zone And she say she had a blast All around the team cause we all about our cash And you know its live young and die fast But we do it faster She like riding with bad boys in fast cars [Verse 2] Whenever we travel we spend currency on couture But we always know its nothing richer than our culture Our parents from both shores and survived both wars Back we they use to support locally owned stores Papa was a merchant Mama had us working But it's kinda hard when your leader is a serpent So we got older and said we wouldn't be used One thing about us rebels we don't follow no rules Strap up like NRA and we strike every day What the f** do we care they want us dead anyway From the teachings of Malcolm and Kwame Ture Ain't got no love for the hate so f** the CIA COINTELPRO on the way ain't got no time for too late Raging against the machine is like russian roulette With precious metals and golds tucked away in a cave And an escape route if they find out where we stay, so hey [Hook]