I saw him, and he's high-roading He hear the car speeding, and he hear it skid And then he hear a crash, and there's flames and shit And he hear him say, what the fuck? And then he hear footsteps, put the keys down And the filter comes over the beat, and he I crashed your Corvette, I heard you bitchin' Are you done yet? I didn't mean to, I wasn't drinkin' But I talked to your ex, that said that you've been affectionate Fuck it, you're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out Fuck it, remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca colombiana Fuck it, roses and whiskey I bet that you miss me, no doubt Fuck it, you're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out Fuck it, you're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out Off with your head, all in my daydreams I was seein' red But I showed you mercy, I crashed your Corvette But I think it was fair, player This is your cross to bear Fuck it, you're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out Fuck it, remember back when I told ya That I'm a loca colombiana Fuck it, roses and whiskey I bet that you miss me, no doubt Fuck it, you're lucky I didn't roll it You're lucky I didn't blow your brains out *