Range Rovers by KG Smokey Lyrics

[Intro: Kg Smokey]
It's Kg Smokey the knock-knock bandit you know it is
We hoppin in windows and [?] little bitch it's real simple
Over, over, over, over

[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers

[Kg Smokey]
Rev up the engine and hop in the Rover
That broke-ass pimp's whip's a lawnmower
Dropped off the bitch I'm a pimp not a chauffeur
She brought back the bread like a motherfuckin toaster
That ain't my Gucci belt bitch that's my blower
Xans in [?] little bitch I ain't sober
Trix sliding fees and trees like October
Ice-cold neck you can't lean on my shoulder
I've seen his roster little bitch had a [?]
She lost in the field I'm a four-leaf clover
Sippin on lean I ain't sippin on [?]
That [?] in my soda had me in a coma
Gopher-head bitch you gon dig and be [?]
Them broke-ass durfs can't hang [?], over!
Ay, ay
Lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch, lil' bitch it's over!
[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers

[Joey Trap]
I don' care about no bitches
These niggas really snitching
The thirty on the [?] leave a nigga twitching
[?] being lit out but they just wanna fit in
When you see my pistol what the fuck was you expecting, ay
[?] throw shit
Just a hit a lick with bitch that lookin' thick
[?] top [?] inside
Stackin' [?] on my hip
We in traffic with a Ziploc
Bag full of [?]
Headin' downtown just hope that we don' see cops
If they pull us over in the Range we got like three knots
Born in New York but you know I love Cali
So I'm doin' love with from [?] to the valleys, stupid
I'm in the Range cruisin'
If she talkin' strips I'mma leave her ass on Euclid, over, ay
Kloud soldier
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers