Songtexte:
Little Boots No Brakes

over takes No brakes, there's no heart breaks Love over takes, love over takes And there's no brakes Love over takes, love over takes No brakes Love

over takes No brakes, there's no heart breaks Love over takes, love over takes And there's no brakes Love over takes, love over takes No brakes Love

I just touched down in killa Cali, strapped up my boots Got scooped up by Game so I hopped up in the coupe Gah, what up nigga? What the hell is goin'

night Turnin? on my son?s Scooby-doo night light He crawled out of bed and he got down on his knees He closed his little eyes, folded his little hands

legal gun shots Poppin' for you niggas And I, blow tones, more force than cyclones Shit is on every time I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots

buster, wild horse rustler, well she flipped him off like a Turkey feather duster. Now, some folks like a cadillac with power brakes and air, Just give me a hamlee saddle and my little

[ Marina ] You've been acting awful tough lately Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately But inside, you're just a little baby (Drop it) It's okay to

heard her but I didn't answer back Man I like that little flute, remind me of Ronnie Newt I think I'ma wear my caramel suit with the brown tie and them matching boots

twice to see She drove up across the yard and though his mama?s garden Didn?t touch the brakes, she slammed right into his Chevrolet Tossed out his clothes, boots