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Timothy Brooks-Thompson
Timothy Brooks-Thompson
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Lyrics

High speed No crashing Ain't nothing better than Cruising round Toward a dead end With your best friend Watch them swerving Make them nervous Make them nervous Act like it's all on purpose Fat lady sing Close curtain Fuck that gig I ain't working Call in for me I'm certain Dat Lil freak Ain't no virgin My version Turn up on ten Tweak twerk on a Benz Freak freak for the mans One life one life So fuck it Red light red light I'm running Shots fired ain't I ain't duckin Roof on fire It's sunken Bad lil buddy She suckin Where we headin I'm shruggin You yo girl and yo cousin Messy makeup I'm smudgin Womb to the tomb It's nothin Shit we all gone die Betta get it right now Tell the preacher what I said Bet a nigga flip out Turn it up Till death of me Turn it up till The death of me New breed in here Check the pedigree Turn it up Till the death of me High as it can be Till the death of me High time Nigga teed off a medicine Turnin up on a million Sight on vermillion With my friends and them Suckin on cinnamon High life Nothing better to do One time Ain't got nothing to prove One time nigga Ain't no reuse Wall flower Comin off a recluse Sip sippin on Grape juice Big drip off a grey goose All the bad hoes Get loose Time tick down But we up now Need no sleep Let em pass out Take hand outs At the dive Thankin God I'm alive All waiting for the axe So take the wheel Cause I can't drive I'm too lit I'm too hype Livin to die Don't wanna survive Past 305 I just wanna skate by Hung over Wit a 4 piece And a moon pie Turn it up To death of me Turn it up till The death of me New breed in here Check the pedigree Turn it up To the death of me High as it can be Till the death of me We goin up We goin up We all goin up We all goin up We all goin up
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