Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat,
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattress
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Smoke inhaling to the brain im blaming all those backwoods
Im gone off gorrila glue, im smoking on the trippy sticks
Have my mind spazzing like its suffering from parkisons
It do not matter lean in my bladder
Pockets got fatter bitches got badder
Bullshit my ear that shit turn into chitty chatter
She look good, yeah she fine, slurp on her like cake batter
She type hood, she drank wine, asked me to be her alma matter
Ouhhh yeah it's okay
I'm racing like I'm Marco
Andretti, pacing polo
Televise my life i go pro
Indy motor Bristol
Preview that shit in slow mo
Notice I do this solo
My momma said don't trust hoes
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
Popping pills and writing skills, faces blue, like dolls bills
Dripping ink & signing deals, thinking of nights I used to kill
Private conversations with the devil, said I took the medal
Dreams of Lambo drop tops, nothing short, but she love. stilettos
Grab her hair, pull it back, i know other dicks be wack
Tied up hands, she grab on bands, popping a U and Swerve with cash
Gone in 60, she going fast, lucky freedom it might not last
Owed me 50, gave her 100, Boi you know she not coming back
Ouh yeah it's okay
Creme of the crop Bitch I'm brûlée
I'm thirstay Bobby bouche
It's just me There's no oui
Parlez vou la vie francais
Sorry i know that's cliche
That's the only other way
Rolling stone, i don't clay
VVS diamonds, yeah they milly rocking
Dirty dancing on my neck, girl i know you was blinded
Racked up a f*cking check, you took it all for granted
Trapped in pretty corsets Money figures slanted
Missing me, you F*ck on them, you're still dripped out in balmain
F*cking me, you dissing them, you like to pull up on this chain
Woah hear you cum i love that, wondering you who you loving, im not your man but you f*cking me just for fun
Hit & run
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
Ragin Rose - Knight Rider Lyrics
Ragin Rose - Knight Rider Lyrics
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Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat,
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattress
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Smoke inhaling to the brain im blaming all those backwoods
Im gone off gorrila glue, im smoking on the trippy sticks
Have my mind spazzing like its suffering from parkisons
It do not matter lean in my bladder
Pockets got fatter bitches got badder
Bullshit my ear that shit turn into chitty chatter
She look good, yeah she fine, slurp on her like cake batter
She type hood, she drank wine, asked me to be her alma matter
Ouhhh yeah it's okay
I'm racing like I'm Marco
Andretti, pacing polo
Televise my life i go pro
Indy motor Bristol
Preview that shit in slow mo
Notice I do this solo
My momma said don't trust hoes
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
Popping pills and writing skills, faces blue, like dolls bills
Dripping ink & signing deals, thinking of nights I used to kill
Private conversations with the devil, said I took the medal
Dreams of Lambo drop tops, nothing short, but she love. stilettos
Grab her hair, pull it back, i know other dicks be wack
Tied up hands, she grab on bands, popping a U and Swerve with cash
Gone in 60, she going fast, lucky freedom it might not last
Owed me 50, gave her 100, Boi you know she not coming back
Ouh yeah it's okay
Creme of the crop Bitch I'm brûlée
I'm thirstay Bobby bouche
It's just me There's no oui
Parlez vou la vie francais
Sorry i know that's cliche
That's the only other way
Rolling stone, i don't clay
VVS diamonds, yeah they milly rocking
Dirty dancing on my neck, girl i know you was blinded
Racked up a f*cking check, you took it all for granted
Trapped in pretty corsets Money figures slanted
Missing me, you F*ck on them, you're still dripped out in balmain
F*cking me, you dissing them, you like to pull up on this chain
Woah hear you cum i love that, wondering you who you loving, im not your man but you f*cking me just for fun
Hit & run
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat,
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattress
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Smoke inhaling to the brain im blaming all those backwoods
Im gone off gorrila glue, im smoking on the trippy sticks
Have my mind spazzing like its suffering from parkisons
It do not matter lean in my bladder
Pockets got fatter bitches got badder
Bullshit my ear that shit turn into chitty chatter
She look good, yeah she fine, slurp on her like cake batter
She type hood, she drank wine, asked me to be her alma matter
Ouhhh yeah it's okay
I'm racing like I'm Marco
Andretti, pacing polo
Televise my life i go pro
Indy motor Bristol
Preview that shit in slow mo
Notice I do this solo
My momma said don't trust hoes
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
Popping pills and writing skills, faces blue, like dolls bills
Dripping ink & signing deals, thinking of nights I used to kill
Private conversations with the devil, said I took the medal
Dreams of Lambo drop tops, nothing short, but she love. stilettos
Grab her hair, pull it back, i know other dicks be wack
Tied up hands, she grab on bands, popping a U and Swerve with cash
Gone in 60, she going fast, lucky freedom it might not last
Owed me 50, gave her 100, Boi you know she not coming back
Ouh yeah it's okay
Creme of the crop Bitch I'm brûlée
I'm thirstay Bobby bouche
It's just me There's no oui
Parlez vou la vie francais
Sorry i know that's cliche
That's the only other way
Rolling stone, i don't clay
VVS diamonds, yeah they milly rocking
Dirty dancing on my neck, girl i know you was blinded
Racked up a f*cking check, you took it all for granted
Trapped in pretty corsets Money figures slanted
Missing me, you F*ck on them, you're still dripped out in balmain
F*cking me, you dissing them, you like to pull up on this chain
Woah hear you cum i love that, wondering you who you loving, im not your man but you f*cking me just for fun
Hit & run
Girl would you love me, or would you hate me
I've been to hell & back, no no you can't judge me
I'm on Hells highway in a hellcat
A Knight rider, the Devils mailman
I got a new address, don't sleep on mattresses
A sleeping carcass, scary calabasas
It's a modern KITT, no fake shit I'm legit, rolling spliffs off the zip, that's why you still miss my dick
Writer: Antonio Moreno
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid