Range Rovers lyrics

[Intro: Kg Smokey]
It's Kg Smokey the knock-knock bandit you know it is
We hoppin in windows and [?] little b*tch it's real simple
Over, over, over, over

[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers

[Kg Smokey]
Rev up the engine and hop in the Rover
That broke-ass pimp's whip's a lawnmower
Dropped off the b*tch I'm a pimp not a chauffeur
She brought back the bread like a motherf*ckin toaster
That ain't my Gucci belt b*tch that's my blower
Xans in [?] little b*tch I ain't sober
Trix sliding fees and trees like October
Ice-cold neck you can't lean on my shoulder
I've seen his roster little b*tch had a [?]
She lost in the field I'm a four-leaf clover
Sippin on lean I ain't sippin on [?]
That [?] in my soda had me in a coma
Gopher-head b*tch you gon dig and be [?]
Them broke-ass durfs can't hang [?], over!
Ay, ay
Lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch, lil' b*tch it's over!
[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers

[Joey Trap]
I don' care about no b*tches
These n*ggas really snitching
The thirty on the [?] leave a n*gga twitching
[?] being lit out but they just wanna fit in
When you see my pistol what the f*ck was you expecting, ay
[?] throw sh*t
Just a hit a lick with b*tch that lookin' thick
[?] top [?] inside
Stackin' [?] on my hip
We in traffic with a Ziploc
Bag full of [?]
Headin' downtown just hope that we don' see cops
If they pull us over in the Range we got like three knots
Born in New York but you know I love Cali
So I'm doin' love with from [?] to the valleys, stupid
I'm in the Range cruisin'
If she talkin' strips I'mma leave her ass on Euclid, over, ay
Kloud soldier
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
[Kg Smokey]
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers
I don' want friends I just want Range Rovers