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letra de cop car - lavez

[intro]
ayy slothy

[chorus 1: lavez]
i’m in a au falcon getting chased by a cop car (woo)
defect me if you motherf-ckers want bruh (if you want)
i’m hittin’ kerbs doin’ burnouts a lot (ah)
i’m a misfit, i didn’t fit in an imposter (yeah)
i’m in a commy getting chased by police (hey)
it’s a hottie just another ratbag in the streets (ratbags)
i thought i’d tell you i’m the man i’m a beast (ayy)
and if they lock me up i’m doing it again when i’m released

[verse 1: lavez]
best in business, too heavy can’t lift this (nah)
go pour it up or grab a shot we like to sip guinness (yeah)
too sick with it, listen brother come get this (yeah)
got people screaming out (that was legitnеss)
i’m gettin’ them bucks (woah) like giannis and such (woah, woah)
i feel likе i’m the best when the rest of them suck (suck [?])
i’m gettin’ messed up, you don’t wanna test us (nah?)
’cause there’s no tellin’ what we might do to them
uh, uh, king of the bar stool (yeah)
this b-st-rd thinks she’s the king of the castle
like jimmy recard but this pr-ck is an -rs-hole
tell auspost to hurry up with my parcel (hurry up)
i’m not going easy on them bruv, i do it properly
i wanna use a record deal, advance, and cop some property (yeah)
and get a big shed, large backyard probably
i’m so becoming who i wanna be
[chorus 1: lavez, castro]
i’m in a au falcon getting chased by a cop car (woo)
defect me if you motherf-ckers want bruh (if you want)
i’m hittin’ kerbs doin’ burnouts a lot (ah)
i’m a misfit, i didn’t fit in an imposter (yeah)
i’m in a commy getting chased by police (hey)
it’s a hottie just another ratbag in the streets (ratbags)
i thought i’d tell you i’m the man i’m a beast (ayy)
and if they lock me up i’m doing it again when i’m released (look)

[verse 2: castro]
i shouldn’t need to introduce now you all know it’s the sunny state, heavy weight, ratbag they call castro
flows they try to match though
stacks, they never matched those
f-cking with the trio, you know that i’m dropping cas flow
motherf-ckers know i’m running it up
and there ain’t a f-cking thing changed, most hated or what?
yeah i’m driftin’ both lanes, middle fingers to cops
and i’m growin’ old motherf-cker, but i’ll never grow up
still a sucker for a skid, i show out and i’m gone
runnin’ 20s up the front the sets of stocks we on
yo we hit the intersection up, take over is on
from sundown to sunup, brothers sing our song
wrote the anthem for our brethrens that be running a muck
and a bunch of ratbags brah, i think we started up something
droppin’ banger after banger can’t help that they love us
if you’re a misfit like me then go on sing up brother
[chorus 2: castro]
now watch me skid b-tch, slide motherf-cker slide, i, sh-t man i see them red and blue lights
you won’t ever see me stop until you see them sparks fly
[?] bashin’ this falcon, red line till i die
now watch me skid b-tch, slide motherf-cker slide, i, sh-t man i see them red and blue lights
you won’t ever see me stop until you see them sparks fly
[?] bashin’ this falcon, red line till i die

[verse 3: burd brain]
man i been gettin’ chased since the turn of the millennium
the lights turn on, i’m full sendin’ ’em
remember when i left them for dead, in my black xf
back in y2k, fully hooked on adrenaline
what bro? i do not go slow
taking anybody on in my 250 crossflow
dropping the clutch, yellin’ “ratbags”
f-ck it, let’s run it, from the second i seen ’em comin’ i gun it
left, right, swervy, third gear chirpy
get to close, might activate the demo derby
oh my god bruh, i thought i told ya
i been on the run, proper renegade soldier
my dad taught me to take risks
here we go again, different day but same sitch
i hear the “knock, knock, knock” take off, f-cker [?]
hit a fence, kick back like a boss (oi)
[chorus 3: burd brain]
i’m in a black xf gettin’ followed by a cop car
breath test me, if you can get me to stop brah
suburban lurker, graveyard roster, just a mad c-nt start a man hunt i lost ya
the jump off, keep it movin’ on my feet, yeah
the foot falcon runnin’ so sweet
we talk to the mic but we don’t talk to police
i’ma dodge, duck, dive, bail out like “peace”

- lavez

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