Lyrics:
the money
He acted real funny
He hocked up a rock and
It TOTALLED my car!
Oh, do you
Know any trucks
Might be bound for THE VALLEY?
I don't wanna
Well good evening everybody and welcome to this full throttle thrill show that is world series sprint cars, well folks they've come from far and wide
in your Momma's car
I'm riding on the jetstream far
Your super-speed is pointless when I levitate in the sky
Your super-speed could hurt you if dirt
justice, justice never end
Justice never end, we need Avengers
Don't know where I came out, I feel in the series
That shit make effector so gotta be
get used for fill dirt
In some impending new jersey marsh reclamation
And your girl-friend here will wind up disguised as a series of brooms,
Pulled up to Mercedes, told 'em put me in the usual
Brand new GTS, the black series so it's super low
She told me that she love me but the feeling
on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park
So I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that piece of shit and stepped away
Vroom Cars
Gospel Bars and Vroom Vroom Cars
Was lost now I'm found and I'm feeling super
Rise like Sleeper waking from my stupor
Riding round town in my
a suicide shooter
I'm having a blast, money coming like a orgasm, I'm bad I did dirt like before Adam, and all
I ever wanted was the money and the cars
They can doubt me
But I'll always beat the odds
They can doubt me
But I'll always beat the odds
Put in the work to be an underground super star
All
spinnas
Hit a button, car crank up
Notha button, do' lift up
People lookin, what tha fuck
What is that, a car or truck
Hit tha lot, drop tha top
Bitch jump
Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin', wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stakes for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Yes, yes, y'all
We
at the bar on the inside waiting on my ride on the outside
She broke my heart at the trailer park so I jacked her keys to her fucking car
And crashed that
a bucket
Hips big and magic with the tuckin
How about in the end or somethin'
Lotta shots in my RPMs
RG2s over 37, super-advanced over RPFs
Right now, I got
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
though
All she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though,
would be sunny days in the park
But then she ruined everything and beat my ass in the car
Then in part 2 we started back messing around
Talked to this
Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin' cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stake for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we
Man, we could be superstars
We been ridin', wreckin' cars (ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stakes for us?
Kickin' off power mirrors
Yeah, we
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My whole squad 'bout that money making, vice versa
And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
long does forgiveness take?
Forever
Dirt bikes and pizza
I die
No supervision
I die
Slingshots and lighters
I die
No masters for bastards
I die
Things
Gotta shake hands, or it's no deal
It get lonely at the top, so I hold still
Now you gotta pay to talk
Like the phone bill
My bitch super bad, feel
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