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letra de 94 - papa sausage

moving through the city only going 45
black tint windows tell ya how i ride
aston martin d-mn i can dream
beamer black with mario on the seam
coming round to a block near you
roll one down so the bass can boom
run u down cuz the snare to hot
futuristic fuzzy ass cop
now you run, i just ride
run you down, you can’t hide
i come running
you too slow
run you down like a dirty ass hoe
this just turns my car on
h-rny hood and a sweet hot rod
this just isn’t what you wish
your tv providers dish

fast as f-ck, you too slow
1 shot, 2 shot, walk death row
20 cl!cks and a red man thought
stood around till the cop got shot
what we drive is all streamlined
hot as f-ck all the d-mn time
hot ass b-tch and a key lime pie
eating shots at the drop of a dime
hit the gas and don’t dare break
94 you f-cking snowflake
i run not and you run dead
gas your pass to the f-cking flatbed
i ride for the bass tonight
if you don’t then do not fright
clutch and shift to win the fight
i will race to the end of the light

castaway cuz the club got shot
last location for a golden pot
shiny ass sh-t at the end of the bow
now u wish for a dirty ass hoe
guerilla tactics pungi sticks
assh0l- wide next on the shift
feal it roar when it sits into 6
one last ride, man time really ticks
after 9 and a secondary 6
why clutch now when the gear won’t shift
stall this out till the clock hits one
stand around and i have won
pick the spot that you will run
this is always just for fun
one last thing i must confess
my rides an automatic i guess

- papa sausage

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