Work Dat Wheel, Cup Dont Spill lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Chorus: Beatking & (Paul Wall)]
Working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, on my di*k is that steel
On my di*k is that steel, jackers get killed
b*tch Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Yeah swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up
Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Swang on them hoes, fresher than vogues
Trunk in the air with the neon's exposed
Coming down candy [?] 4's
b*tch I'm the man, I'm too trip for you hoes
Look at these punks, look at my trunk
Blocking the traffic, I drive when I want
[?]
Load [?] up, if a hater jump
[?] watch how you handle me
b*tch I'm too trill, never fake how can I be?
Walk away our pockets fat as a manatee
Probably cause I grind like there's 10 in me
Tin it up not rented, sprayed it 3 times but I ain't finished
Swung on a pot hole, 4 got dented
4 in the cup came straight from the clinic
Whip this wrist this not a test
Me and King fish right and drop a wrist
You looking at a Slab God in the flesh
If it ain't complete then I'm not impressed
Pressing them buttons, swanging them buttons
[?] with the diamonds floodin'
Riding on 16's just passed [?]
Jacky in the rear view all of a sudden
I'm
[Chorus: Beatking & (Paul Wall)]
Working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, on my di*k is that steel
On my di*k is that steel, jackers get killed
b*tch Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Yeah swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up
Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up

[Verse 2: Beatking]
Club god I'm the truth, my slab ain't got no roof
My trunk sit obtuse, It was installed by Jesus
I will swing on your main b*tch and them ratchet hoe she hang with
I just bought a car made by Google
I type in my destination and it take me to that b*tch
My trunk go up and down like a b*tch ass on Instagram
4 clip the half [?] before I hit the ave
These hoes call me Club Godzilla
Texas hammer game, my squad triller
Yo broad in a [?] international side n*gga
Club God I got the juice, tryna jack then I shoot
My ho picked up a strong, I'm turning heads on a loot
R.I.P Paul Walker, he got me swanging slow
From the north side to the south side, H Town we bangin' smooth
[Chorus: Beatking & (Paul Wall)]
Working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, working that wheel
(Cup don't spill)
b*tch I'm working that wheel, on my di*k is that steel
On my di*k is that steel, jackers get killed
b*tch Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Yeah swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up
Swang on them hoes, swang on them hoes
Swang on them hoes, swang on them b*tches, I'm rich hold up
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