Lyrics
Pasta White LeBron
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
Ridin' low, bitch, I'm so high
Your chick's panties are matchin' my bowtie
Ridin' low, bitch, I'm so fly
When I roll by, the ladies say, "Oh my"
Ridin' low in the 4-5
Low ride, bitch, I shine like a gold mine
Ridin' low, you wanna know why?
'Cause my car look like a boat when it float by
Burnt rubber, motherfucker, in the 600
Got your lover's number on the under
What a bummer, but it's the summer
Got the top down, stayin' cooler than a cucumber
Even Stevie Wonder how I do it
Ghost ride the whip, blindfolded in the Buick
Zirconium is cubic
Twist it like Rubik's, my diamonds look stupid
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Ridin' low, now I got a chauffeur
I'm in the back, doin' blow in the old fur
Ridin' low, and it don't hurt
That my wrist stay frozen like yogurt
Ridin' low, penny loafers
Slow motion, coast the Range Rover
Ridin' low, I pop a boner
Roll by slow with the parrot on my shoulder
Uh, and I got bad news
Me and your bitch gettin' bad tattoos
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
But I guess that makes sense 'cause I'm nasty on the mic
Pull up tough in the flatbed truck
And drop off the 'Rari in front of the club
I don't drive it, I just stand beside it
Take a couple pictures, zero mileage
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Ain't nobody ridin' low like me
Cadillac SUV
Ain't nobody ridin' low like this
Just me and your girl and her big ol' tits
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
But I guess that makes sense 'cause I'm nasty on the mic
Nasty on the mic
Nasty on the mic
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
That it's what? That it's on
That it's on, bitch
That it's on, burn rubber, bitch, oh
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
Ridin' low, bitch, I'm so high
Your chick's panties are matchin' my bowtie
Ridin' low, bitch, I'm so fly
When I roll by, the ladies say, "Oh my"
Ridin' low in the 4-5
Low ride, bitch, I shine like a gold mine
Ridin' low, you wanna know why?
'Cause my car look like a boat when it float by
Burnt rubber, motherfucker, in the 600
Got your lover's number on the under
What a bummer, but it's the summer
Got the top down, stayin' cooler than a cucumber
Even Stevie Wonder how I do it
Ghost ride the whip, blindfolded in the Buick
Zirconium is cubic
Twist it like Rubik's, my diamonds look stupid
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Ridin' low, now I got a chauffeur
I'm in the back, doin' blow in the old fur
Ridin' low, and it don't hurt
That my wrist stay frozen like yogurt
Ridin' low, penny loafers
Slow motion, coast the Range Rover
Ridin' low, I pop a boner
Roll by slow with the parrot on my shoulder
Uh, and I got bad news
Me and your bitch gettin' bad tattoos
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
But I guess that makes sense 'cause I'm nasty on the mic
Pull up tough in the flatbed truck
And drop off the 'Rari in front of the club
I don't drive it, I just stand beside it
Take a couple pictures, zero mileage
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Pasta White LeBron, Pasta White LeBron
Ain't nobody ridin' low like me
Cadillac SUV
Ain't nobody ridin' low like this
Just me and your girl and her big ol' tits
Dirt on the left titty, nasty on the right
But I guess that makes sense 'cause I'm nasty on the mic
Nasty on the mic
Nasty on the mic
Ridin' low with your mom in the Louis Vuitton
Champagne, Rolls Royce, so you know that it's on
That it's what? That it's on
That it's on, bitch
That it's on, burn rubber, bitch, oh
