Текст песни
I doin' 95 on the 15
Drive cray like a nigga fifteen
High as fuck yeah I'm bout to O.D.
Oh lord I don't wanna see the police
Cause nobody's home, I'm gone
And I hope to death I'm wrong, talking nasty on my phone
She's like what kinda drugs you on?
None, I'm just a guy who likes to have fun
And you seem like you wanna have none
So I'm done
Whoop, talking to your ass
Let me call another bitch up
Damn I'm bout to crash, I almost ran into a pick up
Get higher wit yo' hands it's a motherfuckin' stick up
I Dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
What kind of drugs you on motherfucker?
I dare you to move
What? Smoking a joint when I arrive
That's what those winners do
Bitch don't be killing my vibe, your money is short as an interlude
Boy you can't swim with a shark
Flip before I bite off your inner tube
Baby he fine, I am the man for the job, we can skip all the interviews
I'm a come over and into you take it
Take it like you suppose to
Have us some more drinks then we get naked
Getting that pussy, go postal on me
Then hop right back in the diamond lane
Fuck Police pulled up side me man
I dare you to move
(Fuck me)
(I'm talking to the bitches, yeah)
(That shit go crazy)
She like what kinda drugs you on?
None, I'm just a guy who likes to have fun
And you seem like you wanna have none
So I'm done
Whoop, talking to your ass
Let me call another bitch up
Damn I'm bout to crash, I almost ran into a pick up
Get higher wit yo' hands it's a motherfuckin' stick up!!
I Dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
What kind of drugs you on motherfucker?
I dare you to move