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sim dane - robbie williams (rob kubica feat. walter buttass) lyrics

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[intro + rob kubica x2]
rob rob rob rob
rob rob rob rob
rob rob rob rob
rob rob kubica rob

[chorus]
mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me “robbie williams”
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions
mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me like “robbie williams”
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions

[verse 1]
got me in a formula one, the kid’s in it to win it
i bet on debuton, i had millions to spend
i want all of you gone, i bet engine for them
i lost more than a title when i ended in pin

i go party like hunt, i drive better than senna
with a bottle of rum, i got the cinema senna
i got a song for the c+nt, i like women who sit on me
claire williams spending on me since winji benin

depends on the day, i got hair loss
i got mental abilities in rallycross
got seven more titles again, yeah i floss
40 on the car, then 40s on the pit wall

sup one minute, next year in monaco
monocoque+ing when i crash on zi monaro
canada’s as well be packed with a one+two
russell on the tow all the way, got the chronic boost
rob kubica, and they calling robbie williams
i’ll be leaving angels all the way in my feelings
i survived things that you probably shouldn’t see man
i survived lots and i’m faster than three things:

1. jimmy broadbent (check!)
2. blessed boy (check!)
3. and the speed of light (check!)
ya ya ya

kubica the moviestar, schumacher’s love child
superstar kubica, booty’s my sunshine
park that ass like i park my ride
kid’s like airbag, safety’s aight

pit crew fast bleep, change my tyres
gotta break tyres that’ll make you faint and die
triple laps on track, purple haze off track
purple rain on the hype train on my back
[chorus]
mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me robbie williams
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions

mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me like robbie williams
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions
[verse 2 + walter b+ttass]
valtteri bottas yeah, i’m not very fast yeah
i barely gone test yeah, i’m ready for test yeah
i’m never focused yeah, i’m getting punctures yeah

why is it always here, i’m getting f+cked up here
let me get one way, i get to compete yeah
with the whole field, not just my strategist
is it james? “valtteri, it’s james!”

red bull gives you wings, merc gives you wingman
my wing span’s like penguins, my flying laps ain’t flying, man
i’m breaking bad like pinkman, ricciardo i’m your hit man
i thought i could be champion when i switched from the tin can

well done, baku? oh my god…
germany, i slow my car
sochi, i’ll just blow his c+ck
i’m really sad, i’m toto’s dog

i hope i won’t be ocon’s dog it
beard is growing, so is heartache
only thing i got left is my vodka
but it’s slow in quali
(get it? get it?)

[chorus]
mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me robbie williams
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions

mafia, kubica, armstrong
all the b+tches calling me like robbie williams
i’ll be your sergey, i’m on
in the williams on to make many millions

- sim dane lyrics

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