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matt fuze - nascar superstar lyrics

[intro]
yuh, ayy
plybck
(brrr, bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
uh, yeah
woo, yeah (that sh-t made me feel like i was in brazil, b-tch)
turn up
woo!
yuh, yuh (pew)
ayy, ayy (pew, woosh)
uh

[pre-chorus: matt fuze]
yuh
i just had to hit it, smoke it strong (i just had to hit it, smoke it strong)
if that’s your b-tch in a v-lone thong (ayy, woo)
if i tell her that i love her, am i wrong? (am i motherf-ckin’ wrong)
nascar wraith, this coming two-tone, yeah (yuh, yuh, yuh)

[chorus: matt fuze]
nascar superstar (yuh)
nascar superstar (woo)
nascar superstar (yuh)
nascar superstar
swooped yo’ b-tch in super-cars
nascar superstar (woo)
nascar superstar
nascar superstar (super motherf-ckin’ star)

[verse 1: icy narco]
yuh, yuh (uh)
chill like
hold on, hold on, hold on
i think i see icy (ocean)
icy narco
i got more money than a f-cking wells fargo (yuh)
i be moving cocaine in a motherf-cking cargo (chyeah, chyeah)
i don’t know you, you know me, b-tch (what)
diamonds on my neck, really make me sea-sick (drip)
i drop 10,000 on my motherf-ckin’ fit (cash)
when i’m walking, b-tch, i’m looking like a f-ckin’ l!ck (what)
just flipped a f-ckin’ brick
woah, huh
stop at the money, i’m bumpin’
these hoes, they be callin’, but the money talkin’
just snap, and ya’ walkin’
watch out for the snakes, cause them b-tches crawlin’
these diamonds so warm, and they flawless
drippin’ and whippin’, i’m strap with revolvers
you wanna follow, just throttle (huh)
you wan’t a problem, just start ’em (huh)
imma’ let the choppa sing (uh-huh, what, icy)
diamonds on me go “bling-bling” (what, what)
sign a deal, ching-ching (huh, demon)
blue laser make you scream (yuh)

[verse 2: matt fuze]
ayy, look
codeine got me itching like the chicken pox
southwest of the corner, that’s the chicken spot (bow-bow-bow-bow)
when i walk, i turn and leave a blood spot
better watch your mouth, they making doors flop (yeah, yeah, yeah)
he just flew in from (?) with the coco-co (b-tch)
that’s a brick, i could get it for the low-low (yuh)
trap jumpin’ with the stick like a pogo
and the fiskar got them horses like a polo
f-ck her, take off on a b-tch quick
[?] i’m drippin’ and sippin’
the quali hittin’, f-ckin’ up with the vision (yuh, yuh, ayy)
take up poles while she lookin’ positioned
and she back to the l!ckin’
say it’s pressure, hit a switch off the tele
yeah i love her, had to bust on her belly
ayy
it’s young fuze, hold up
it’s a sniper on the roof, hit the zoom (pew-pew-pew)
drop a bag at the booty club, boom, hol’ up
lil’ b-tch cushion up on her perfume, hol’ up

- matt fuze lyrics

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