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ces cru - whips lyrics

i’m footloose you be like d-mn maintain with the right brain
y’all ain’t do it like strange find burn you when the light change
i’m ski skirting getting small and i’m in a straight line on my jack shift
trying to shake haters i’m a playmaker blacking out in oncoming traffic
just imagine if, the frame was a little bit lighter considering drag lift
i could probably clear a row of buses on you motherf-ckers for trying to nab with
don’t get mad b-tch, better jet son, want a bad b-tch go and get one
i’m that quick suck a fat d-ck wanna rap up need to get done
suck it i enter i might rip burning this rubber i might slip
struggling try get my grip, doing 80 right over the spike strips
with the pedaling motoring going so when i run it i’mma just fly with
if you ain’t numero uno you -ss and probably don’t do it like i do it
yo if you can’t hang all that’s peace see i
i bang y’all on beats, and i bet your backyard obese b-tch
better believe i’m bombastic, bro know that my ball that big
y’all fabric fabricated in a faberge egg sack sh-t
in a nutsh-ll y’all corn b-lls, that’s corn nuts y’all done warmed up
sn-tching out on this bad traffic, i’m an -sshole and my h-rn’s stuck
i switched lanes, like ritz came in the backseat with this thick mane
i’m an athlete, y’all are mitch bade and your b-tch came
let me explain got a sick brain i was born nuts
now who’s the master?
you don’t have to answer, the fact is you can’t survive the standard
don’t act as if, i ain’t had your b-tch holding me close like i’m a tiny dancer
now back on the highway, counting these headlights, get ya head right
i stand by, y’all out the car on the side of the street getting red lights
i see y’all stuck going round and around and around the back
i secure the trophy, count ’em out beverly hills down and out

- ces cru lyrics

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