Lyrics:
Jus passed da Bristol Motor Speedway
Headed to my
Boo thang house
Like I'm in a high speed chase
Jus passed da Bristol Motor Speedway
In da streets
and it's a Sunday
There's a race going down at Bristol Motor Speedway
I said "lets grab the camper and will hit the track"
My buddy said "why do you want
and confidence
Behind the steering wheel
On to victory
For number 53
Racetrack Zach
From Bristol Tennessee
To Kansas City Speedway
Racetrack Zach
Always leads
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
ekstra
Jakaś dupa skręca coś na lewo kibel speedway kopniak
Wcześniej mądra szprycha była dziś jej sam cylinder został
Miny gościa do złej gry ominę tani
on the ship shape and bristol fashion snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip toe past him. Worm teeth grinding feverishly below, as little organic hacksaws
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
Ayo cutters of the pie throw your
Summers in the sky
Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die
Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion
Snuck
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
En una troka tumbada me veran
Por toda las calles
Oyeran rugiendo a ese motor bien modificado 6.0 lo que Porto yo
Vivo la vida recia
Me la Paso con
doing donuts
I'm in the lane whipping ass like DOTA
Got a couple hundred grand in the motor
After party interview with the reporter
I ain't even had
That's a throwaway
Imma cheese head ni**a
No green bay
Running with the pack
Ni**a no speedway
I grew up poor had no dishes
Ate off paper plates
So now
Verse 1
Riding your motor on the freeway,
Leaving the road a little leeway,
Rubbernecking on the speedway,
Stopping at the light, you got to think
Got me doing donuts
I'm in the lane whipping ass like Dota
Got a couple hundred grand in the motor
After party interview with the reporter
I ain't even
(Uh)
Kay V from the motor city
I'm a bad bitch hoe & you can never kill me!
Gas me up like speedway
Ima' ride fast like freeways
Ima' do 'em' real
To Kentucky Motor Speedway
But he was too coked up
To wait for the starting flag
So he flipped them all off
And said "So long fags!"
Well he crashed
Televise my life i go pro
Indy motor Bristol
Preview that shit in slow mo
Notice I do this solo
My momma said don’t trust hoes
Girl would you love me,
This that MCU shit
Motor City Ugo
Yea
I know you hear that shit, yea aye huh
Niggas hear my voice and get to running from me
Shame on any broad that
right then that second
Jumped in the motor, Welsh boarders where we're heading
Drove down to Bristol, where we met the bassist
Picked up an old friend,
Cutters of the pie
Throw your summers in the sky
Collar-pop Jolly Roger die motherfucker die
Apache on a ship shape in Bristol fashion
Snuck a jammy
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