J.R. Writer
We Like The Cars
[Intro]
Bingo
Ain’t that that motherf**ker right there
Yea yea look at that sh*t
Oooo sh*t look at the motherf**king wheels
Yo yea that’s it right there
Damn n***a those rims tight like a motherf**ker
Hey give me a slim jim
Hurry up motherf**ker lets get the f**k out
Don’t be trippin’ I’ll be outside y’all n***as hurry up
Kane get me the motherf**kin radio
Hey man you watching out
N***a hurry the f**k up
N***a I know what the f**k I’m doing, you just watch out
N***a you… c’mon man!
You got it? You got it?!
Yea
Damn man c’mon get in
Damn
Where the screwdriver
No no the screwdriver
Uhh

[Chorus]
We like the cars, the cars that go boom
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
[Intro – J.R. Writer]
Uhh, 1 2, Writer, Dipset writers block n***a
I’m back, but I ain’t by myself
I brought a few friends along
Pulled up in something nice too
220 on the dash by the way

[Chorus]
We like the cars, the cars that go boom
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

[Verse 1 – J.R. Writer]
Uhh, I get cheese, whip sprees, big D’s
But it ain’t Bentley, it’s a Bugatti, with a parle
On my off day, it’s a ducatti
I don’t move sloppy, I’m a known goon
And my trunk ain’t the only thing that go boom
Get a pro room
This is big cash, my whip so fast, I get whiplash
When I skid past, with the rip rags
So much rides I got my own six flags, damn!
You want sick I can tell boy
But my doors lift like they on steroids
When I ever get to rode through the peas
They be jealous as a hoe cus I bees
No top exposed in the V (matter the fact)
Tell Jerry Springer to throw me some beads
[Chorus]
We like the cars, the cars that go boom
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
Yea, uh um, call me two-seat Tune
No speakers but I keep that boom
Tell the car salesman I’ll be back soon
Bought a truck for the night and a drop for the noon
Pull up at the light pull the top back smooth
Push one b***on and everything moves
Push my b***on and everyone shoot
And I got one word for the cops, vroom
J.R and BMJR
Only like weed and b*t*hes in they car
Television screen and systems in they car
And my whip posed topless like for playboy haha
I ridin’ down your family street
Knock your portrait off your mantle piece
Ha I’m probably listening to Coldplay or that old Jay ya

[Chorus]
We like the cars, the cars that go boom
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom
We like the cars, we-we-we like the cars
We-we-we like the cars, the cars that go boom-boom