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letra de 120 miles per hour - useless music

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swerve off in the foreign, i got that glock on me
ayy, i need me a bad b-tch
swerve off in the foreign, i got that glock on me
ayy, i need me a bad b-tch
swerve off in the foreign, i got that glock on me

swerve off in the foreign, i got that glock on me
ayy, i need me a bad b-tch
swerve off in the foreign, i got that glock on me
12 on my ass, if they catch me, i’ll apologize in advance
hundred-twenty on the dash in the scat
your b-tch can’t catch her breath
she kept talkin’ sh-t before i threw her out the whip
put him on the news, he think he tough, but he just a sucker
opposition talkin’ ’bout no addy, yeah, but they just bluffin
rollin’ with the crew, different whip, man, ain’t that somethin
if it ain’t about the bands, it ain’t for nothin
hoppin’ out the phantom
whip it like it’s magic
hundred on the dash
she thicc as f-ck, i gotta have it
whip it like it’s magic
pull up in the big body
always up to no good
sw-ngin’ on your b-tch prolly
chasing dreams like my life depends on it
racing through life, unstoppable, making no d-mn mistakes
they doubt my shine, but the proof is in my stride
tonight we’re breaking through the limits, living on the wild side
motherf-ckers watching close
but they can’t keep our f-cking pace
we’re climbing higher, leaving rivals in our trace
unstoppable force, we won’t be denied
taking on the world together, ride or f-cking die

pineapple b-tch, i put nuts in her jaw (b-tch)
chillin’ out on main street, me and my f-cking dawg
this ain’t a glock, buddy, this a sig (sig)
my diamonds glisten bright, like the moonlit mist
i don’t hang with foes, they just envy me (p-ssies)
you got yourself a b-tch, she ain’t vibing like this
you bought a new sedan, can’t keep up with my f-cking pace
my buddy’s got sticks, and he’s all about grace
i call up my homie, you pretend you’re the sh-t
our crew armed like a marine trooper on a spree (yeah)
whole squad’s got stacks, we’re all about f-cking cheese
he thinks he’s a king ’cause he rolls out in a benz
no drama, i’m chillin’ with your f-cking sister (i am)
rolling through life, always chasing my desires

speeding through the night, headlights cut the shadows apart
left the city lights behind, chasing the thrill like a rebellious art
gear shifts echo like the beat of my f-cking heart
no cops can hold us back, tearing up
the f-cking streets already torn apart
no not like those takeover kids, b-tch
we flying through the backroads, moving like shooting stars
living untamed, no rules, breaking all the f-cking boundaries
with the wind screaming our names, into the wild we are thrown
together, we rule this savage path on our own

- useless music

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