Nascar Dashcar

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



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Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr, Edward M Davis Jr
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