The engine in back of my car
The things they say went a little too far
I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Where there is no rules car
You know...you know who you are
I'm a fucking rap star
Who smokin in my car?
Speed up, patience, please cause
I need a 17 car garage
We be in the party like we own that bar
O conquered coke hits in his gay car
Just blink twice and i’m there where you are
Jokes on you i don't have a car
Nigga i'm a hundred miles far
Got a license, no car
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