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letra de 6-speed - j△r (jar)

[hook: jar]
i was in the city on a prowl in my 6-speed, and a heartbeat
you can hear the turbo and the growl from my 6-speed, (depo on the beat) and my heart beat, beating

[verse 1: jar]
you couldn’t tell me nothing, i was the on the road undefeated
smiling when i heard that blow off (off) valve and i didn’t have to be speeding
i went off, i was so lost in the sauce, shooting smoke out my exhaust
i’m a lost cause, had my car blow up in flames, and i want it back any cost
b-tch i am crossed
when you come up from nothing, and finally get that one thing
how did my life get inferior? don’t you dare try act superior, (don’t try to act)
you could tell by the exterior, when i pass by, you want to step on the gas
but if you can not shift gears, i am to fast, (skrrt, skrrt) past 200 on my dash
she was cocaine white, (cocaine white)
and panther black, (bah!)
like a big booty panda, (big booty panda) only cost me 5 racks (cost me 5 racks)
she was low to the ground
had base knockin’ out the back, (knockin’ out the back)
she was push start, like a go-kart felt addicting like crack, (graaaat!)

[hook: jar]
i was in the city on a prowl in my 6-speed, and a heartbeat
you can hear the turbo and the growl from my 6-speed, and my heart beat, beating

[verse 2: jar]
i was loved by the car community, but the neighbors wanted me to stop, (they just wanted me to stop)
but given any opportunity, i was always hated by a cop
my whole life i’ve been losing, till this day i’m still bruising
but as long as i had a quarter tank i would clear my mind just cruising
i was out here in these streets, (out here in these streets)
and gone by time there was heat, (gone, time there’s heat)
you could hear me from 3 blocks away i was shaking up in that seat
i was wit my crew like 10 deep
driving to a next car meet (gone to a next car meet)
work a odd job every week (hey)
cuz these car parts ain’t never cheap
i was 2-steppin’ wit a mean weapon
from the westend where i been reppin’
small engine with a big impression, (bow!)
running over my big depression (buh!)
i know i shouldn’t trip, (know i shouldn’t trip) she just man-made machine, (hey)
but she was my first whip, and d-mn the ho was clean (d-mn)
[hook: jar]
i was in the city on a prowl in my 6-speed, and a heartbeat
you can hear the turbo (you can hear the turbo) and the growl from my 6-speed, and my heart seat, beating
i was in the city on a prowl in my 6-speed, and a heartbeat
you can hear the turbo and the growl from my 6-speed, and my heart beat, beating

[outro: jar]
beating! (and a heartbeat)
beating!
beating! (in my 6-speed, hmm)

- j△r jar

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