| Now I’m just sitting here at this red light with my emergency brake on
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| The wheels spinnin', whip looking like it got new skates on
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| I’m talking 9.8 seconds boy, this ain’t gonna take long
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| Then I hop out at the finish line like «is this what you waitin' on?»
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| I’ll tell you what, homie, you ain’t gotta take long
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| Thinkin' bout this trophy I’mma take home
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| Give 'em something to hate on
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| Confetti all over the place, girls poppin' out that cake holmes
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| And my skin tone should be the only thing you asking me about race holmes
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| Yea, I’mma tell you what you not gonna do
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| Cause if the wing gonna pop out the back of that Ferrari
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| Then the Bugatti got one too
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| I’m tryna throw these great balls of fire, I’m talking wu-bablabum
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| Jesus Christ, feel like I got two Bibles out, zoom-zoom
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| And I’m like
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| And I’m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through
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| Yea, you gotta let me through
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| And I stay right, you gotta let me through
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| I’mma slide, so you gotta let them too
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| And my ni*gas slide
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| I got too much rubber to burn, fire hazard
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| Lil Tune, the tycoon
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| Cash Money mascot, it’s hot under this costume
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| Got pedals I’ve never stepped on
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| Buttons I’ve never pressed on
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| Backseats I’ve never effed on
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| Police, they’ll get the F bomb
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| I still ride with my niggas, money don’t change a gangster
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| And when I’m asked to pull a few strings, I pull 'em til they untangle
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| Watch me donuts as she throw up like hell yeah
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| More money, more problems, I’m surprised I still have black hair
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| I feel like
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| Racin', racin', who racin'?
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| Don’t give up the location
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| And if we bet, I went and hit the strip club
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| And go throw at them pole babies
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| Ridin' so fast with the top down, the wind sound like a standin' ovation
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| Tunechi, fast and furious, I like my b*tch fast and flirtatious
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| And I’m like hold up, hold up, you gotta let me through
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| Yea, you gotta let me through
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| And I stay right, you gotta let me through
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| I’mma slide, so you gotta let them too
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| And my nig*as slide |