| Drivin' really, uh, yeah
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| This a NASCAR, you drivin' really fast
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| This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy
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| Yo, yo, ayy
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| Yo, yo, ayy
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| Is this a NASCAR? |
| You drivin' really fast
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| This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy
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| Yo, yo, ayy, ayy
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| Is this a NASCAR? |
| You drivin' really fast
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| She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash
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| I want clean lean, need it really bad
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| You rock one line, that’s gon' be your ass
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| Think it’s fund time, racin' to the cash
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| On my life, these niggas jealous and I love 'em, boy, it’s sad
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| Thirty racks for a capellas, add the beat and do the math
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| I got hoes that want me sober and some want me for my cash
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| Drive real slow up in the Rover but she really scared of cats
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| My homies crack 'cause I balance it with rap
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| Check my stature, I can’t be with rats
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| Fear the rapture, I been actin' bad
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| Huh, I’m the one just for sake
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| Say I love you and it’s pure, but I know you all for takes
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| Treat the 30s like a cure, it kick in, I’m really saved
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| She come back, it’ll probably kill me
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| But I fucked her friend for safety, uh
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| Ayy, haha, ayy, yo, ayy
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| Fuck a foreign, I like muscle like my dad, ayy
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| Get through tourin', I just raced another bag, uh
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| Treat her foreign like a Chevy, I just ashed
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| Hmm, yo, ayy, uh
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| Is this a NASCAR? |
| You drivin' really fast
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| She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash
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| I want clean lean, need it really bad
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| Hmm
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| Okay |