| Flat paint not a scratch or a stain
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| (And it’s smoking)
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| Shifting in the turbo then we go
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| (Now it’s drifting)
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| Four tires burning up the strips
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| (Gearshifting)
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| Donuts on rims
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| Wheel gripping
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| Flip the switch and the rattle in the trunk knocking
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| Like your neighbor when your dog keep coming in his yard
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| Whip it hard on the steering wheel
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| Grill like a great white shark mouth
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| Roof rack and all of that is intact
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| Smooth sailing cruise easy with the new champs
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| I wouldn’t buy your new album with some food stamps
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| Man you know how I serve it, I’m swerving
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| You nervous cause you ain’t got no plug like a new lamp
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| It’s the dirtiest wordiest rap kids
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| Rap trap doors open up like a drawbridge, on my car
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| Kitted down fitted leather muzzle on headlights
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| Give it like fifteen minutes on the damn rain
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| The traffic might calm down
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| The Earth sayin' I’m the nicest and the like my style
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| I’m in tune you didn’t know, You might know now
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| Got cats that never heard me sayin' they like my sound
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| Flat paint not a scratch or a stain
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| (And it’s smoking)
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| Shifting in the turbo then we go
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| (Now it’s drifting)
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| Four tires burning up the strips
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| (Gearshifting)
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| Donuts on rims
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| Wheel gripping
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| Whip it work that steering wheel turn
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| Work the retail price down size for the originals
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| The details might put a set on there tonight
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| And roll right by you what you finna do?
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| The motor vehicles gripped and comes fully equipped
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| And loaded
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| This ain’t subliminal this is real as it gets
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| You could point us out there where ever it is
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| The livest front page news story at six
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| So you can see what we did
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| So you can copy again, homie
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| And don’t think we ain’t noticing
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| I’m coming back for all that
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| Don’t say we ain’t warn you
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| And I just giving notice; |
| severe storm warnings
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| I’m in the house there’s a tornado coming
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| Roofs gone, tops off, let’s roll cause it’s sunny though
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| T-top, muscle cars, turn up your stereo
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| Roll the window down — loud — there you go
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| Flat paint not a scratch or a stain
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| (And it’s smoking)
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| Shifting in the turbo then we go
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| (Now it’s drifting)
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| Four tires burning up the strips
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| (Gearshifting)
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| Donuts on rims
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| Wheel gripping |