Pontiac Grand Prix The Hood Rejects

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[Intro: Yuno Miles]
I ain't gon’ lie, bruh
Those–those burgers make my fuckin' stomach hurt
But fuck it though, I'm ’bout to–I'm 'bout to rip this bitch, bro
(Donez bring the beat back) I'm 'bout to hurry up and do this shit
Then we can go 'head and leave, damn
Damn, I don't even wanna do this beat like this, but fuck it

[Chorus: Yuno Miles]
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Grand–Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)
Pull up in a Pontiac Grand Prix (In a Pontiac)

[Verse: Yuno Miles]
Pull up to the hood in a Pontiac
She wanna talk, girl, you ain't talking’ back
I’on even care, I'm a jumping jack
Jump on yo’ girl and break her back
E'rybody say I feel like a wrestling match
I'on even care about yo' bitch back
’Cause it's hairy, scary, feel like Larry
Liftin' all these weights, I feel like Larry the Lobster

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