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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LUCKI
LUCKI
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LC Camel Jr.
LC Camel Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Eway
DJ Eway
Producer

Lyrics

This a, drivin' really, uh, yeah This a NASCAR, you drivin' really fast This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy Yo, yo, ayy Yo, yo, ayy Is this a NASCAR? You drivin' really fast This a, uh, yo, yo, ayy Yo, yo, ayy, ayy Is this a NASCAR? You drivin' really fast She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash I want clean lean, need it really bad You rock one line, that's gon' be your ass Think it's fund time, racin' to the cash On my life, these niggas jealous and I love 'em, boy, it's sad 30 racks for acapellas, add the beat and do the math I got hoes that want me sober and some want me for my cash Drive real slow up in the Rover, but she really scared of cats My homies crack 'cause I balance it with rap Check my stature, I can't be with rats Fear the rapture, I been actin' bad Huh, I'm the one just for sake Say I love you, and it's pure, but I know you all for takes Treat the 30s like a cure, it kick in, I'm really saved She come back, it'll probably kill me But I fucked her friend for safety, uh Ayy, haha, ayy, yo, ayy Fuck a foreign, I like muscle like my dad, ayy Get through tourin', I just raced another bag, uh Treat her foreign like a Chevy, I just ashed Hmm, yo, ayy, uh Is this a NASCAR? You drivin' really fast She like bad boys, Diddy with the cash I want clean lean, need it really bad Hmm Okay
Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr, Edward M Davis Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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