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letra de final lap - lufty

[hook: lufty]
i got my hands on the wheel (for real!)
i got my foot on the gas (i do!)
and you can bet i’m going fast (d-mn!)
i got my eyes on the road (what?)
i got my eyes on the road (yuh)
gun it like the final lap (what?)
hunnid something on the dash (huh?)
i got my hands on the wheel! (skrt!)
i got my hands on the wheel (for real!)
i got my foot on the gas (i do!)
and you can bet i’m going fast (d-mn!)
i got my eyes on the road (what?)
i got my eyes on the road (okay!)
gun it like the final lap (what?)
hunnid something on the dash (huh?)
i got my hands on the wheel! (ooh)

{verse #1: j8nt]
checkered flag, i see the finish (ooh)
me and lufty ’bout to win it (ayye)
two alb-ms on deck (yuhh)
we is really ’bout to get it (uh huh)
windshield view, no rear
head’s racing, mind’s clear
flat line pace, no fear (none)
face don’t show no tears
no service, no answer
great dope, no cancer
dank smoke, bruce banner
real sh-t, no glamour
f-ck fakes, no haters
mixtape, all bangers
same j8nt, new flavors
great taste, yeah, just wait

[verse #2: lufty]
i got my eyes on the road
whip game, kevin towle (d-mn!)
homie taught me how to drive (for real)
now i’m cruisin’ in control (yeah)
i see a cruiser on patrol (sh-t!)
i might need to take a shortcut
finna work until we skrt up in first with a tour bus
so ignore us, and we still great
there’s a lot of sh-t i will take (yeah!)
that crown, and that filled place (d-mn)
so in this field, i might k!ll a few
got a chill face, and a sinner’s views (b-tch!)
b-tch, consider this an interview
i only ever spit my inner views
you gon’ know it when i win or lose
i been through a lot in the past years
they was hating, now they act weird
congratulating like the past cleared
that’s a lot to take in, i could care less
unless y’all friends or my parents
i swear to god when this road ends, and i rock shows
i’mma go in, cuz that first place takes focus, i swear (ooh)
they wanna spar, i got no time to spare
leave for some g’s, then it’s back to the lair
walk on the block like i’m walking on air
they talk to me like “kid clean up your hair” (nah!)
i’ll give a d-mn if i ever do care
end it for me when i care how they feel
until then, bet that we driftin’ for real (sh-t!)
peel out i’m grippin’ the wheel!

- lufty

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