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toll Low profile 180 pon e road Tiptronic wid a matic weh me carry dat load Alien ship wid a hellcat sport, yodey yuh gyal wah mi dick in har throat,
pestkę Baw się, jedz i pij, odrysuj kreskę Wsiadaj w dobry wózek Wciśnij Tiptronic w deskę Tiptronic, tu nie człowiek melancholik Mamy parcie tu na cizie
the vanquish, guad damn Aye Aye All day with it Hennessy with the chronic Tiptronic, wait ah minute, push to start, AMG automatic, guad damn Aye aye T M D M
tiptronic Loud that I'm whiffing hypnotic On road collecting my coin like i'm sonic Shorty says she knows that I'm coming And she don't be phased by
in da sticks Percentage on 8 be quick no Charger Cats are like Peter Parker waitin in the alleyway for a pic Tiptronic i dont step on no clutches
THERE IT GOES... STICK SHIFT, TIPTRONIC YO! WE SPLIT, HERE COMES THE PO! DONT QUIT, ITS TIME TO SHOW... HERE WE GO... DOWBSHIFT, THERE IT GOES...
done it Now I'm thinking of a whip and I want the tiptronic I want something on my wrist but don't want the click on it I don't wanna boast but
tiptronic, hey Even when mi gone, dem want my love The girls want mi love Can't leave on without my love Even when mi fly away like a dove Dem carry on,
speed tip-tronic transmission Fill the Porsche reminicisin' Wishin' you was here with me I used to to tease you 'bout your feet We would laugh
And why I now ride with Tiptronic help Bankroll on overload I eeny meeny miny moe them hoes, I'm so trill Uh, I got jewels, plus wheels Pullin' up in
know what to call it Tip-tronic foreign, I'm shifting a 'rari Eat pussy good and I fuck like a doggy On all fours in front me Well that's like a horsey
bonnet Making her vomit cause I blew up like tiptronic We smoke cheese round here we don't smoke chronic It's no joke, when you talk you choke on it
bonnet Making her vomit cause I blew up like tiptronic We smoke cheese round here we don't smoke chronic It's no joke, when you talk you choke on it
these My supplier said "Why this?" Cos it's like Roy Keane and Paul Scholes Tiptronic like Skepta's car You can manually man handle the speed Or flip
'Cuz the cars way too much I breeze off with the lightest touch A pedal for the brake Pedal for the accelerator But no pedal for the clutch Tiptronic
McLarens Suede pipe seats, Tiptronic steering Baby this is art that come with no commission Could be a blind man, but you gotta know the vision Private
the wolves nigga I dance on 'em once, see my two-step Paddles on the wheel, tiptronic, that's a new 'vet I do it for the trap and the hood bitches Riot be
Neck fi a bruk when dem see me pass Inna di whip step pon it Full throttle tiptronic Liquor deya and she a sip pon it Inna taboo me a throw tips pon
burn Keep the whip tiptronic and the sports be on I don’t know what I've been thinking lately Feel like I’m losing my mind My head be on the bars just
tiptronic Shifting in gear back into my shell Let’s be honest, you just dropped it Talking about all your options and self It’s just crazy, real crazy All
choke ah spit pon it Den shi sit pon it Change gear like Tiptronic Fuck the bitch ah mek the bitch panic Mi love di way she blow mi up like shi islamic
or the tiptronic Skrr Skrr skrr pull up on ya set no longy Shell and make a man pay homage There’s a set in London I’m on it DonCity Radio donny I got the call from
I be shifting gears, it’s automatic My Tiptronic, sip Tonic, then I’m going savage Sinatra? Classic Feel the fabric Pinot in my chalice I’m never
I'm riding foreign Push that dash on em Ricky Bobby, shake and bake I'm going fast on em Everything still Tiptronic Hydrologic for the stash Still have
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