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letra de burn rubber - product entertainment

[intro: snow tha product]
i don’t think they’re ready for this one tho’
i really don’t think they’re ready
we ’bout to stun on these b-tches

[verse 1: freddy mack]
i’ve got a sunkissed corvette, my tank’s full of nos
???, white t–th, baby i’m a boss
ss two-toned chevy, you’ll exhaust
sittin’ on fours, and it’s parked in a garage
freddy mack the pimp, b-tch, i burn rubber
got a bad dirty girl, babe
but that don’t mean i love her
f-ck her, freddy pimp jr. gon’ slap her
money over b-tches, so i guess i’m a b-st-rd
alpine amps, leather seats, flow mastered
pedal to the metal, yeah i go faster
i look sticky when my doors pop up
and i drink like fish, so of course we pop off
automatic starter, wet paint, pop trunk
and go hard on my work, until my ho’s get locked up
boys get chucked up, i’m a god d-mn soldier
rally racin’ stripes and a big block motor

[hook 2x: freddy mack (& snow tha product)]
burn rubber, muscle cars, sw-ng doughnuts
choppin’ 23s, white t–th, gauge on us
(23s on the whip and on my feet
product in this b-tch
now we ’bout to run the streets, cause we…)
[verse 2: snow tha product]
chevy’s hittin’, hop like paintin’ pink panther inside
dream of drivin’ ??? you haven’t seen how nice this sh-t drive
23 inch wide, satellite styled rims nice
custom chrome grills so clean, you think the f-ckin’ whip’s mine
cars in different colors baby, what you thought we ’bout
keep ??? in the back, but that sh-t slapped and knocked him out
i got these b-tches droppin’ out of the race of the rap game cause i’m too great
when they come to the beat, they call a defeat, there ain’t no time to contemplate
cause of the hate when i’m off the great
then i’m comin’ up with lyrics that be knockin’ ’em ‘way
‘head of their league knockin’ every single b-tch steady out their frame
i’m just too sick, i’m just too cold, i’m just too f-ckin’ good
think my flow is good, you should see what’s under that trunk and hood
hop on my sh-t, and you look, wished they hearin’ it in every city
i’ve got chinese sh-t on my fingers, wrist, and my neck too pretty
nice cars, nice sh-t all around, that’s what it is
no question about it, when i’m around, they know the biz

[hook 2x]

[verse 3: ???]
where i’m from we be ridin’ on them guns
we be ridin’ with that thunder comin’ straight outta the trunk
and we rollin’ up the blunts, while we gettin’ all crunked
that weed smell so good if it smellin’ like a skunk
black on black with my black shiny rims
matchin’ my outfit with my jays or my timbs
you know me boy, i be goin’ with wind
not knowin’ what day my life gon’ end
but i, i’m still livin’, i’m still peelin’
i’m still whippin’ my chevy hard, boy, i’m still chillin’
model chicks suck my whip, blowin’ me some kisses
but i don’t give a f-ck, cause i worry ’bout my riches
[hook 2x]

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