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hurdle

Slow motion, big shells, nigga, G-turtle
Army green, my machine, it's all I can be
Maybelline make his face up to 23
Swear to God, too many

La machine
elle l'évite mais lance un feat
Shesh
Ça lévite et ton flow
Esquive polypoly
Les effets arrive en balle
Elle tamponne très fort chacal

me and the machine
Hold the line for the sexy start bitch and drop the clutch as a minnie skirt lifts
Smokin' up waitin' for the green traction grip go

traction
There's only meters left
The road shows foreign paths
That this machine cannot take
Internal repairs forever postponed
Due to mistakes made

Silly rap
Dumb bi*** try to play me like pitty pack
New gun I named it mini Mac
One draw you can’t find where the ceiling at
Sneak dissing we ain't

fell in love the cat just lost it's traction
Bitch
Yeen ain't help me drop nunn of this bread on my wrist
I've been CP3 wit the hoe umma pass off assist

It’s like all of it mattered
Remember them days yeah I was just rappin I was just cappin I ain’t have traction look what it turned too sauced out

vrais rats d'égout
(Yeah! Yeah) , parfois dans l'Audi
J'pense à la Bentley Coupe, Yeah
Elle veut le Mini Cooper (Owo-wo-wo) 
J'décaisse l'oseille à douze

Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

Pedal's to the floor, hear

Shut Down

The Beach Boys

Good Vibrations: Thirty Years of the Beach Boys

1993

Stingray's really startin' to go
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

Pedal's to the floor, hear

Shut Down, Pt. 2

The Beach Boys

Surfer Girl/Shut Down, Vol. 2

1990

But my fuel injected Stingray's really startin' to go 
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch 
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

just big waste of my money
So much attraction
Look at the traction
You are so dumb
Cuz you are a dumb
Give me your thumb
So I can break that thumb
Don't

heures a l'appart
Devant l'ordi à faire chauffer la carte
Son j'fais que des tracks sombres j'fais pas de tractions 
J'sors de salle du temps en une

to mind read 
Coming right behind me
Walking like a zombie

Human beings, you're the same as me
It's the money machine, that you played last week
Plenty

Major status, major status
Bitches the baddest
Asses the fattest
Major status, major status
No car but we crashed it
Swerve lanes with no traction

Yeah, it don't work, now the pain's worse (pain's worse)
Yeah, it's gon' hurt (gon' hurt)
Hope it all works out (all works out)

Broken machine, no,

Santa, is that you?
Nah, fellas I think is time to fix this crazy year
Los Wizzards in the building
The Miami Funk Machine
Get up let’s have a good

shit
Got a movement you know and it got traction
Don't care how you add it up you still a fraction
Like pardon my
Pardon my grip there he go he talking

to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent

(Ghosty)
Mmm-hmm

Listen
Man down, man down, now we gotta get equal
Put a foot on it, fast, Vin Diesel
Grrr, grab a machine, bro
Run

love as you race on by 

Chorus
Gotta need for speed 
Driving in my shiny machine 
Pedal to the metal                       
Gonna watch you fly
Watch

the nest

Never mind my thirty shadows, we out the way not being facetious
Strayed away from the misleading heathens
Tired of losing at tic tact toe, mini

cash machine
Counte die racks (Racks)
Bust down flooded (flooded)
Bust down flooded (flooded)
Bust down flooded (flooded)
Flooded, flooded
Bust down

I just got a pack in got me up like racks in
Running through the trap get that money I got traction
Pack what I pack and that profit what I’m Maxin