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Текст песни Black Batmobile

(feat. Starsky)

Is my shit right here, Black Batmobile
Maino, Starsky

Chorus:
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile
Run around in that blackmobile
Fuck around, we strive for real
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile

Black, blackmobile
Black, blackmobile
Smoke... you think I'm Shack O'Neil
I'm in that mobile that cost half of mil
Stay strap, big guess, they gonna rap for real
Got a bad bitch in my hot run
Keylloading my trunk
Watching out for them cop cars
Get money, cop cars
Fuck women that are not ours
Champagne on a front seat
Patron shots with the top on
Two hundred see the dash
...sweaty, see the glass
Niggas stunning, see me laugh
Bitch morning, see her ass
Black belly.. twice
Black belly, crash twice
Don't spat, all black,
come through like a dark night, yeah!

Chorus:
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile
Run around in that blackmobile
Fuck around, she strive for real
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile

I'm talking to her, man
You see the seven one
You see the five fifty
See the flying... who want a ride with me?
Go ahead a pick a side, better decide quickly
Or you gonna be in trouble
I'm talking chopper city
Black flags we messed up
Black bags with that cash up

Black cars, them black cars
I the city, nigga that's us!
In strip clubs we act up
Throwing all 'em racks up
We move forth, I back up
In A hood, nigga that's us!

We're morbid, morbid
anywhere we're seen
We're morbid, morbid
Any state you've seen
We're morbid, morbid
Ain't no in between!
We're morbid, morbid
You fuckers know our team, yes!

Chorus:
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile
Run around in that blackmobile
Fuck around, she strive for real
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile

Run around in that blackmobile
First round, we strive for real
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile
Yeah, come on!
Black man in a black car
Bat man in his bat car
Ghost rider, stunt traveler.. like Nascar
All you see is them headlights
Midnight when his pitch black
Four five on the sunroof
Hot shells in my dish, yeah
Hot wheels, I burn tires
To them pipes I blow fire
Pull over, talk to it
It talks back like night rider
One hand on that good wheel
Head corners on two wheels
Black cars with two broads
...and a few drinks and a few pills, yeah!

Chorus:
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile
Run around in that blackmobile
Fuck around, she strive for real
Black, black, blackmobile
Black, black, blackmobile