Video In The Car Ep3 de Aaron Temple 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Temple - In The Car Ep3 Lyrics

Fuck the kids in the neighborhood, Ma
Cuz they don’t wanna play with us, Ma
They said we too dangerous, Ma
City boys in the burbs


Got the banger in the car
Fuck em
Fuck em
Fuck em
(Fuck that shit)


I drank muddy I sold dirty
Go head and judge me
I ain’t budging I ain’t running I raise budgets
Through the day n night


Now hoes giving the kid Cudi
I don’t need advice
I sleep at night without a worry
I make it look easy


Yo vision blurry your more stevey
Im more like purchase the bently
Then crash then crash in two or three weeks
Then hop out with two 223
Like I got 12 rings
Thats two pairs of Jordan’s
Two pairs of warnings for goofy’s
How he end balling when gave up on his hoop dreams


Yo girl got them low jeans and
Her pantys look shoe strings
Im just making music
Changing colors on her mood ring


And she just want use me
Them boys just wanna shoot things
Opinions are for assholes
Cuz I don’t give a shit


If you niggas don’t play my last song
Cuz you gone play the victim
When I hop out of the doors of that vehicle
Moving fast forward
This ain’t a Ferrari its a matador
Homie get yo shit straight
This 10 years on three mixtapes
We the pioneers through pioneers and interfaces
Chalk outlining your body


Im rap Johnathan Gotti
Duck off with a new barbie
I dont got manners im sorry


Fuck the kids in the neighborhood, Ma
Cuz they don’t wanna play with us, Ma
They said we too dangerous, Ma
City boys in the burbs


Got the banger in the car
Cuz I don’t fuck with none of you niggas
(Fuck em)
No, I don’t fuck with none of these niggas


(Fuck em)
And I don’t fuck with none of you bitches
(Fuck em)
No, I don’t fuck with none of these bitches
If it ain’t about the grip or a bitch
My nigga said fuck that shit
(Yeah fuck that shit)
It’s one dick two bitch


If it’s ever more than that
You on that new shit
Yeah tell me I’m sick
I’m a bigot I’m a motherfucking nigga


Know you can kiss the tip
Like the blue on the pool stick
My fuse lit I go insane
Billy Zane demon knight


Put my fist through yo wind pipe
Fuck what they say fuck yo neighborhood
I only came to hit the pussy roll the wood
Then back to hilltop


Clocking grip wit no pill stock
I got some shit to stay
I feel like pac, Yeah I got some shit to say
I’m bout to spill the laptop


Uglyface on everything
We want the royalties
Even cheese for TMZ leaks
I might conspire and hire a shooter


I might be Pac in Cuba
Go Andy Kaufman and hop out the coffin
Get the bread legs spread
Quicker than covid wit coughing


No incentive ‘cause this been me
Lewinsky since the ten speed
It’s hard times you crapped out like speed
You Know me blessed with hustle
And don’t see no recession


Fuck the kids in the neighborhood, Ma
(That’s right)
Cuz they don’t wanna play with us, Ma
(That’s right)


They said we too dangerous, Ma (too dangerous)
City boys in the burbs (too dangerous)
Got the banger in the car
(Get live mothafucka)


Cuz I don’t fuck with none of you niggas
(Chi-Town mothafucka)
No, I don’t fuck with none of these niggas
(East Bay mothafucka)


And I don’t fuck with none of you bitches
(UglyFace mothafucka)
No, I don’t fuck with none of these bitches
(Fuck em)


I’m part of a solution, y’all
But these, keep doin the most
Play close raise glass for toast
Kudos you doin the most


Kudos you doin the most
You doin the most
I’ve been exposed to my history
You can no longer lie to me
About anything