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Faster

Fasst like a Nascar

I'm fasst like a Nascar

Ice like a superstar

Up and down the boulevard

I get gouda man

You ain't fast like my 3-point shooter man

21s on 351 cougar man

I get stupid dumb di-d-dumb

Ice king baby and I have plenty fun

I go 18 since I was 18

I got more chains than the nigga from the a-team

Sideshows ghostride the whip

Hey lil momma go on shake them hips

Go on shake them hips, what it do

Ride glasspacks 24's on the shoes

Fasst like a Nascar

Eeerr, sidewayz, this way that-a-wayWith a gallon of that muthafuckin tanqueray

On my way to get the Cut dawg lifted

Slap these marshall faulks on so I don't hit this bitch

Yeah ho, all in the doe

The money and the dimepiece rims are spinnin whaddi-hittin fo

Winnin don't know how to lose

She choose she tearin it off if she do

Knockin but stock, holdup, I done fucked around and blew a fuse

Circuit breakers, want my mule and 40 acres

I break it, shake it to the curb

That's my word, I'm just crumblin herb

Fasst like a Nascar

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