Cars Threestyle
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Run it like Davidson up on the Harley. livin' La Vida but loco it's hardly T on the C to a G, never card me, Go with the flow no we watchin the Cars 3 Glock in the 'rari, she shot me like Arri, I'mma go sit and now hope they are sorry Playboi or B, can't remember 2 Cardis, Chef Boyardee brought the sauce to the party Diabetic you read it, get pairs of the medics they see you pathetic Like now, never indebted, my money repetitive like the Chick-Fil-A cow "Eat mor" got no E, recoup it slowly, buffer than Broly Buffer than buffet you find at the Shoney's, So buff a cup of some polish won't mold me "Rozay don't play" Tia Told Me, ay caramba, this jam like La Bamba Caron ain't a Butler get hotter than saunas, my god, Amana Dryer than hamana-hamana comma, me in a desert with Mr. Osama Rest with a piece now you slingin' with Allah, best with a piece you were bangin' for Allah Cope with the cold, keep it in the cabana, that design on Ivanka Lookin' to truck and I never mean Tonka, rhyme outta luck so I'm switchin' the scheme I never read the words on the screen, fuckin' with me and you f*ck with the team A radical catapult cappin' sabbaticals, I got the capital, know what I mean? Colder than a whippit when he use it Colder than an ICEE with that blue shit Teamin' like McQueen, he gonna zoom bitch F*ck a hollow, his bullets got two tips Colder than a whippit when he use it Colder than an ICEE with that blue shit Teamin' like McQueen, he gonna zoom bitch F*ck a hollow, his bullets got two tips Doing the flow of it top of the floor of it I gotta know How many can you write up a rhyme that is soundin' divine but it's really for show? Cuffin' a ho, cuff on my coat, the f*ck does that mean? Well I really don't know They call it intelligent, tellin' their friends of it, "flow is so venomous" sick with the faux Sick in the nose, stick to you clothes, new Day for the Quill, now I'm sick of this flow Got 2 rhymes but he ain't got 4, got 4 rhymes but he ain't got lines Got punch lines but he got no story, got that story but it got no theme Seems you better read the fast flow bastards sayin' they're clean He rhymes automatic with Vatican happenin', "what could it mean?" Not a god damn thing is what it fuckin' means Read a magazine, read your Vaseline, read the back of jeans They eventually rhyme if you give enough time but you ain't shoutin' "bars" to the back or your Lees Or maybe you do, I don't judge, Lighting McQueen hold a grudge He pulled up on some fool, tough and he brought the thunder On the run, build a hide-out, help him out he need some lumber Caught a body, count his prison time with receiver numbers Colder than a whippit when he use it Colder than an ICEE with that blue shit Teamin' like McQueen, he gonna zoom bitch F*ck a hollow, his bullets got two tips Colder than a whippit when he use it Colder than an ICEE with that blue shit Teamin' like McQueen, he gonna zoom bitch F*ck a hollow, his bullets got two tips
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