| I put big ass rims on my car
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| Money long, this shit going too far
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| I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
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| I told them bitches, «bitch I’m freaking you tomorrow»
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| Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
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| I told 'em my car ain’t with the damn pacing
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| Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
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| I only like green, she like boy you racist
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| Girl I got money all in my fucking pocket
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| I don’t like talking you can leave if you ain’t fucking
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| I ain’t want to fuck you anyway bitch you musty
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| Baby girl you dusty but my car do all the dusting
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| I’m riding in my Beamer, Beiber bitch, Justin
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| I’m screaming upsetting these bitch that I’m cussing
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| She acting like a Bee for the weed bitch be buzzing
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| I told her 'bout my money, she can go and meet my cousin
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| Rest in peace Blood if he was here he’ll be mugging
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| My car Superbad I done named it McLovin
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| I told her I’mma leave my pants on while we fucking
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| I only want to fuck you for ten minutes then I’m nutting
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| I’m nothing
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| I put big ass rims on my car
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| Money long, this shit going too far
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| I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
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| I told them bitches, «bitch I’m freaking you tomorrow»
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| Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
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| I told 'em my car ain’t with the damn pacing
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| Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
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| I only like green, she like boy you racist
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| I’m sipping red, I paid 600 for the pint
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| 800 dollar Margelas, fuck your Nikes
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| Bitch buggin', told me thousand dollars for the night
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| I say I’m Chief Sosa, I ain’t never paid in my life
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| Blowing smoke in the police face bitch I know my rights
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| I don’t give no fuck you can tell how I’m running lights
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| Don’t leap if you a frog fuck nigga get hit with pipe
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| I don’t like woods that much, I’m rolling big ass whites
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| That’s big ass joints
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| Now you know it fuck nigga piped down
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| I’m so turnt up can’t even put my pipe down
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| I’m so bossed up think I live up in the White House
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| You see me salute me when you see me or it’s fucking lights out
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| I put big ass rims on my car
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| Money long, this shit going too far
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| I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
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| I told them bitches, «bitch I’m freaking you tomorrow»
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| Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
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| I told 'em my car ain’t with the damn pacing
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| Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
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| I only like green, she like boy you racist
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| I told that bitch she can’t touch my dreads
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| I’m smoking tooka counting on the deads
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| She say I’m tweaking I ain’t even take my meds
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| Tatted like a Migo bitch my skin filled with lead
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| Nigga talking down fill him up with lead
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| I’m flexing so hard, I should buy a watch for my leg
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| Since he sending messages he get hit in the legs
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| I’m friends with UPS and Fedex
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| I’m full I ain’t even eat my eggs
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| I got an uzi with a cooling kit and kick
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| I start to pour it out, it’s pouring out the fifth
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| I put big ass rims on my car
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| Money long, this shit going too far
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| I pulled twenty bad bitches riding in my car
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| I told them bitches, «bitch I’m freaking you tomorrow»
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| Police pulled me over they thought I was racing
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| I told 'em my car ain’t with the damn pacing
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| Got my guns from Indiana think they with the Pacers
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| I only like green, she like boy you racist |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Racing, artist - Chief Keef. Album song Young N Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп