| Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR
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| Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
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| Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
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| Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg
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| I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre
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| Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off
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| Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
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| Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR
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| 21 Savage, I just shitted on my ex bitch
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| Had a threesome with her best friend watchin' Netflix
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| These niggas mad 'cause the Rollie on froze
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| The whole time, she been plottin' on the low
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| Young nigga, I was down bad, came from these trenches
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| Nigga got a million dollars, made it rain on these bitches
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| When the feds did a sweep, I lost hope
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| Remember my uncle in the kitchen, whippin' dope
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| Ayy, had to go and get it, I’m wrappin' up them bales now
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| Ricch is in the city, I’m hoppin' off the Lear now
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| Traphouse boomin', I went up on the sale now
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| VVS got the water, I’m swimmin' like a whale now
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| V12 niggas, we was livin' too fast
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| Niggas pushin' work, we was skippin' through class
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| She can’t even see me, I’m like Flash on these bitches
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| Hoppin' in the Masi', do the dash on these bitches, yeah, yeah
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| Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR
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| Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
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| Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
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| Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg
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| I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre
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| Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off
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| Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
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| Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR
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| I was at Crazy Girls, I had to throw my racks, yeah
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| I had the section poppin', since you wanna pop it, yeah
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| Once I get it started, I can’t even stop it, yeah
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| All these stripper bitches fillin' up their stockings, yeah
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| I had a stripper’s thick body in the big body
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| Had two friends followin' me in the Maserati
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| Can’t let you cuff that bitch, that’s on my dead body
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| I can bet you 10 bands she gave me head, prolly
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| I was at Houston’s eatin' that filet mignon
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| Bitch, I done ran these racks up out the bando on my own
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| I was in the streets, so that’s what I stand for
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| I can pull strings like I’m playin' banjo
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| You can keep on hittin' switches, I’ll be in the Lambo
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| I’ma paint her face in the 'Rarri like Van Gogh
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| I done hit it from the back, now she sing soprano, ayy
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| Hop in my two-seater with me, out my Range Rove'
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| Lately I’ve been speedin' in a NASCAR
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| Sippin' the dirty Fanta, I might crash off
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| Throw these hunnids, made lil' shawty wipe the racks off
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| Brought the 20 20 out, that’s why he mad, dawg
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| I been passin' on these niggas like I’m Brett Favre
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| Feel like Future, I’m about to take my mask off
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| Got a bad bitch with me, we pulled off in the NASCAR
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| Livin' fast on these niggas like a NASCAR
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| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
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| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nascar , by - Roddy Ricch. Song from the album Feed Tha Streets II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп