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Still got the heart of a lion
My mind is racing lets break the silence
Leaps and bounds ahead of my time which means I'm timeless
Sir Swazye to my

whip
Nascar speed racing
Burn rubber go fast
Skid marks on the pavement (Uh)
Burn like pire fyro (Uh)
Ready to take off ignition (Yeah)
Don't gotta turn

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
She call me johnny depp
She my penelope cruz
Late night sex
Big city views
Audemar patek's
Racing in the coupe
She love

Taste, so critical
A waste and infantile
Performance of performers love
And reforming cynics act above
With vintage trust
The crux and the brush
Show me

there are
Other ways to pass the time"
Play it cool
Say something smooth
Play it cool
She's into you
Vintage flares
And box-dyed hair
Play it cool
She's

(Drugs, Drugs Drugs)
Yo Vee, Wuss up man
Yeah we from the East
Young nigga from the OE
Owww, Eeee
(Eeee)

I just wanna do it for a weekend
They be

a plug, I'm the extension
I'm crafting this dub like mathematics
Vintage iconz jogger suits
To complete my apparatus
I defeat egos and wealthy status
New

She said she only get high on the weekend
After hours
The love I have for you I only devour
Patch on my vintage the clothes is so sour
She

Minds racing I've been paranoid and blazing
A dream I am chasing critics judging and they saying
I'm a white boy who has no flow and has no goals

suspicions sick with admissions
Nauseas infinite lit the cigar victor from afar
Cruise through situations flipping tables I raised the bar
Vintage spendage

Got my heart racing, never coming down
You know exactly what to do
To get me shakin' in my boots
Shakin' in my boots

It can be the crickets

give a fuck
She wear her hair in buns
I'm in some fast shit get lost, I'm racing to the sun
And shawty left a nigga spit on him
Like he was scum
Next

normal
Elle passe sa nuit en Bond Girl (Bond Girl)
GSXR pour une mort plus rapide
Place du mort dans GT Racing
Ce soir on ira voir plus loin
Il t'manque

Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
I told my homegirl I need those
So know I'm playing the game
With

nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I'm the one
This is vintage from 1990 - somethin'
I'm the son of the pioneer that got you niggas

on a stop like I hit a traffic light mind racing
Blowing on the weed star gazing
Hoping one day I'mma reach where I'm facing
One day at a time
Steps been

Suckas
Stay down we gone feed each Other
Bag a M then go bag Another
Rack racing n**** burning Rubber
Your b**** a tell you I’m that Motha*****
Confused

to just quit, bro
All right, bro
Ay Vee, line them up
And I woke up in this shit now smooth quick

Niggas mad cause I know I had to get a stick
Nigga

know i be dolo i aint fuckin wit no scrubs
Back to the town so its back to the basics
Past cant erase it
Fuck it mind racing
Good good gas got me movin

multiplications I'm in the streets like bullet cases
But right now I'm off an edible, and my heart racing
Credible, reputable, I show love to my folks
Tap in

flow is vintage i bet you gonna say
why your hit songs all be remix can you make something fresh
guys you’re always on the rampage calm down 你累不累
sorry

Everything I do, I do amazing
I can make your bitch do amazing things
Ralph on the block, I can't
I be speeding off, I be racing
I don't wanna move, it's so

Yea
Vintage
Legs
Stay ten toes
Never fold
Ay
Make them know
Ay
Moving slow
On the road
Reload flow
Diamonds shine
In the line
We gon' find
We gon'

shirt now
This shit was vintage stussi
You kiss that bitch but that bitch Is a Hussi
She be riding dick just like a 90 dolla Huffy
Slay that bitch like