Search results for 'Lucas Oil Off Road Racing Series'

body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all 
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by

body
Yes cll over
Her body smoother
Than some Olive oil
How we gon pop off we hotter than all of y'all 
Who got the Timmy?
No turner yeh right by

Shoot the Messenger

Sole

Selling Live Water

my newest installment in my latest last will and testament series.
I see people who try too hard to be themselves 
And wanna throw them lines like no

sing the humming in your forehead
I rate the shake is taking shape of all your thoughts there
Vibrating heart keeps racing
Mind is chasing, off the beat

show
With my brother Lucas, drag racing the i8 on the road
Stickin' to the code, leave me 'lone
And stay up out the zone, yeah
Just stay up out the zone

an apocalypse
Hope you have your money down because the stakes are high
Racing This Time... and they're off!"

Out of the blocks and it's Farting Livestock
A neck

you love me in a foreign on the roads like I'm racing 

Off-White from my hoodie to my toes 

Flex is wavey 

A lot be hating lately 

Mmmhmm

Seen

And What

Bugzy Malone

And What

2018

a Series 3
Three years later and I bought the Huracán Spyder
With the suede racing seats
I told them watch how they walk with me
We went from G-elite

a maxed out Holly!"
Comin off of Silly Street lookin for Prof Pete
Dressed in all blue 'cept my rubber boots Those are green
Hanging in TTC Flippy standing

a maxed out Holly!"
Comin off of Silly Street lookin for Prof Pete
Dressed in all blue 'cept my rubber boots Those are green
Hanging in TTC Flippy standing

about to run off the road
Me and you, we the talk of the town

Shiftin' the gear, about to shut it all down
She got nitrous in the back
Body kit so sick,

One day I was in deep contemplation
The state of humanity had my brain racing
Infuriating, I had to pinpoint an answer
No longer would I ponder what

Woke up in a phone booth with god up on the pay phone
Racing through the forest in this story book I hop along
The train done went right off the rails

presence
Buy oil like the Texans
G-lock on a weapon
.45 when I'm steppin
Baby 9 no wrestling
Ducked off in a section
Blowin shots his direction
Shiesty

oil
I tell em let a nigga cook
I brought it to a boil
I was broke without a handout owed to me
Eighteen racks is what the game gods showed to me
Since

Catch us racing 'Vettes loyalty so rare
Won't even let a bitch take my test
Off some chill shit
Ran up a hundred in these pair of Crocs
Woke up with zero

Anyway you want it
Anyway you want it
Anyway you want it
Anyway

Anyway you want it
Anyway you want it
Anyway you want it
Anyway

Vroom racing