Comin' Down Lyrics by T-Bo

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[Hook] They don't count by spokes no more, they counting by inches Them ain't 20's on my ride, them 22's you jive bitches Switching lane to lane, make em respect my fucking brain I'm coming down shining, candy painted wood grain I'm cruising down the street (uh-oooooh), real slow What the fuck are they yelling (there it go, T-Bo) Yeah you right, you fucking right that's me Beating down your block, rims chop ridiculously [T-Bo] I paid the cost to be the boss, up in this here floss shit Hit the lot went by the knot, don't even ask what the cost is It's hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got to come off it Lane to lane, with a slim Diana Ross bitch You might see me hit the slab, big car candy green Don't blink hit the corner, it's a flipping tangerine Lil' kids telling they mama, did you see what I just seen What that white boy acting a ass, in a truck so clean Be mugging haters, like it ain't no thang mayn I make them bitches oochie wally, while my thugs oochie bang bang Maintain, my name up in this dirty rap game Like M and Dre did, me and B-Rock gon do the same thang Police point and stare, they don't turn around That big body truck'll, burn em down Keep that thang on my seat, in case them haters try to clown T-Bo the Firecracker, so you know I'm coming down [Hook] [T-Bo] I'm coming down shining, like a shooting star I'm ice grilling haters, won't give a fuck who you are You mad cause my rims, cost a lil' bit more than your car Now does that make me stupid, or a superstar The things I'm bout to do to you, y'all ain't ready Coming down down baby, but I ain't Nelly Watch my rims chop, cut chop like a mechetti 22 inch Perelli's, on a Avalanche Chevy I hit the intersection, gripping my gun tight The police pull me over, but hogging the sunlight Like don't be mad at me lil' daddy, cause your shit don't run right You out shining me, is like bringing a knife to a gun fight Cause I'ma be the bucket, with the interior tore out Do a 2003 Lexus, with the brains blowed out And everywhere I go, you know that I'ma show off T-Bo going multi-platinum bitch, no doubt [Hook]

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