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letra de nascars - yfg fatso

[intro]
(that man drippy, these beats too crazy)

[chorus]
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars (aw, aw)
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard (past hard)
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars (nowhere near mars)
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars (aw, aw)
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard (aw, aw, aw, man)
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star (come on, come on)
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars

[verse]
i’m actin’ bougie, i dropped ashes on my new ap (it’s on my p)
it’s more than death or jail for real, so just stay out the streets (stay out the streets)
won’t blow the cover to my gang, i pledge to stay low-key (i pledge to do it)
i d-mn near forget all my problems, i pop one more z (just take a xan)
the system never seem to fail, why they be so on me? (why they on me? aw, man)
i road a road all by myself, just me, four seats, a jeep (come on, come on, aw, man)
i can’t express, i start to talk and then my words bleep (they out, aw, man)
you changed the hate inside they chest, a movement to the streets (aw, man, for real)
i talked to dre ’bout rap, he said we got our spot (we in)
i know they k!ll me every high, but i can’t seem to stop (come on)
i’m comin’ closer to my death with every one i pop (come on)
i made a mess inside the maybach, this my third pop (uh-huh)
we got two dead, let’s spin again, we on our third opp (uh-huh)
walk up on him, tap the switch, he died before he heard the shots (uh-huh)
back and forth, i don’t do that with blocks, it my make my nerves hot (uh-huh)
lil’ bro need a napkin, i always kept it, tryna serve snot (uh-huh)
my name big, i still want blood though, i’ve been there before (uh-huh)
them n-ggas livin’ and i ain’t with it, so i can’t let that go (uh-huh)
it be your main n-gga, he tryna door you for three lil’ petty ‘bows (come on, come on)
fredo called my phone like, “go suit up, we finna sit on lo’s”
they know they roles, won’t overplay, just f-ck me to impress (come on)
they said it’s bread over my head, i ain’t heard shootin’ yet (calls slow)
that lil’ paper ain’t nothin’, you better raise the check
i know she for me, it ain’t no answer if your name on her neck (my name)
i’m drivin’ in a sp-ceship, i take off from mars
and i’ll be back on planet earth before you see the stars
the third one should be the best, i’m on my last charm
we ran a hundred, all dubs, what you mean ain’t no bond?
i’m drivin’ in a sp-ceship, i take off from mars
and i’ll be back on planet earth before you see the stars
the third one should be the best, i’m on my last charm
we ran a hundred, all dubs, what you mean ain’t no bond? (aw, man)
[chorus]
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars (aw, man)
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard (aw, aw, aw, man)
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star (come on, come on)
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars (come on)
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars (aw, man)
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard (aw, aw, aw, man)
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star (come on, come on)
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars
motorsport engine, this sh-t feel like nascars
i don’t like bringin’ up my past because my past hard
the trenches made a beast and that sh-t made a star
i had a dream, wish just to see, but it’s nowhere near mars

- yfg fatso

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