Cruisin Music by Ajo Lyrics
Turn me up, don't turn me down
Keys, wallet, phone
Lip chap
This is cruising music
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
This is cruising music
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising
I got the coche tonoche
Pull one out the yank
The candy paint on it like dulces
Best believe the 'fit gon' coincide
Slow ride
South side
My baby showing off tonight
Gleam, gleam
Sheen and luster
Complexion like peanut butter
On chocolate mahogany for my grain, I push the button
To get my speakers bumping
To whip my neck to something
To melt into the leather
Like cocoa and that's on heaven
With my windows down
Pull up, lеt the starter growl
We just stеpping, flexing, leaning, cooking
Dressing
Windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just sliding, vibing, minding our own business
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
When I hit your block, Imma hit it slow
Don't say nothing to me, dawg, I'm on a roll
On black & gold, on dirty rims, on 24s
And I'm on your neck if you didn't know
Pretty as a picture
Solid as a pillar
City's tallest figure when I when I get them wheels up
And I hear that thing could sizzle
I'm into that
Not one for dramatics, let my engine chat
Something of an urban legend
Something of a sight to see
I be that phantom in the phantom
What's your fan-ta-ta-sy
360 degrees, applying pressure
Never retreat
I let my doors swing
Big whip energy
So it's windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just stepping, flexing, leaning, cooking
Dressing
Windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just sliding, vibing, minding our own business
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
Picture me rolling
Picture me floating
Picture me rolling
One time, One time
Picture me rolling
Picture me floating
Picture me rolling
One time, One time
Keys, wallet, phone
Lip chap
This is cruising music
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
This is cruising music
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising, cruising
Cruising
I got the coche tonoche
Pull one out the yank
The candy paint on it like dulces
Best believe the 'fit gon' coincide
Slow ride
South side
My baby showing off tonight
Gleam, gleam
Sheen and luster
Complexion like peanut butter
On chocolate mahogany for my grain, I push the button
To get my speakers bumping
To whip my neck to something
To melt into the leather
Like cocoa and that's on heaven
With my windows down
Pull up, lеt the starter growl
We just stеpping, flexing, leaning, cooking
Dressing
Windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just sliding, vibing, minding our own business
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
When I hit your block, Imma hit it slow
Don't say nothing to me, dawg, I'm on a roll
On black & gold, on dirty rims, on 24s
And I'm on your neck if you didn't know
Pretty as a picture
Solid as a pillar
City's tallest figure when I when I get them wheels up
And I hear that thing could sizzle
I'm into that
Not one for dramatics, let my engine chat
Something of an urban legend
Something of a sight to see
I be that phantom in the phantom
What's your fan-ta-ta-sy
360 degrees, applying pressure
Never retreat
I let my doors swing
Big whip energy
So it's windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just stepping, flexing, leaning, cooking
Dressing
Windows down
Pull up, let the starter growl
We just sliding, vibing, minding our own business
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
This is cruising music
Cruising music
Cruising music
Picture me rolling
Picture me floating
Picture me rolling
One time, One time
Picture me rolling
Picture me floating
Picture me rolling
One time, One time