Bimmer (Live)

Lyrics

[Hook] You remind me of my bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater And you got a lot of drive, I′m trying to keep up But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter, ah You remind me of my bimmer See your ignition, baby girl I′m trying to key up And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em But it′s not a lot of miles on ya meter So let me start it up and smash [Verse] Pop some Tame Impala, your man got a lame impala (and it′s dark outside) And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain′t even begin to swallow You're fucking nuts, green top we coupled up Run my fingers through ′em as you wax and buff my muffler Because I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up? Maybe, I don't know, I think you′re chill (oh, ride for) Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs And a seatbelt is needed if I get between 'em, yeah [Hook] You remind me of my bimmer A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater And you got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up But it′s not a lot of miles on ya meter, yeah You remind me of my bimmer [Outro] Alright, alright That was cool, that was alright Ass and fat bitch, move