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rb - dior twxntyone lyrics

[chorus]
pedal to the metal, max verstappen
red bull whips, no ferrari
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary
pedal to the metal, max verstappen (yeah, yeah)
red bull whips, no ferrari (ferrari)
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me (speeding, speeding)
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary (b*tch, i got that*, yeah)

[verse 1]
feeling like the prince of abu dhabi (abu dhabi)
invite her to the party, that gyalie’s getting gnarly (yeah)
she’s got ysl, but the saints are in arabic (ysl)
and we nut in sync, how is this ain’t a perfect timing? (go)
new baby said shе’s feeling all my r’n’b music, sh*t, suck me off while i’m sipping that rb (rb)
i’ve got thеm foreign hoes speaking arabic fluently, suck me off, you’ve got to do it ardently (yeah, yeah)
i’m in a brand new whipski, f*ck it, i didn’t even tint it, yeah, yeah
the only black h*llcat in the city, they should know who’s in it, yeah
lot of hoes got me on their wishlists, they be on my waitlist (ayy)
don’t give me no wigged b*tches, don’t make a n*gga slap chris, yeah, yeah
i’m so wicked (i’m so wicked)
my stick got d*ck, kid (got d*ck)
walk through the vip, i see the monegasque princess (yeah)
statistics (yeah)
these n*ggas index (b*tch)
i’ve got two models around me wearing fendi twinsets (yeah)
[chorus]
pedal to the metal, max verstappen (okay, okay)
red bull whips, no ferrari (twxntyone)
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me (yeah)
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary (yeah, yeah)
pedal to the metal, max verstappen (verstappen)
red bull whips, no ferrari (no)
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me (you can’t stop me)
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary (like yurary)

[verse 2]
pull up in a whale*tail mclaren (mclaren)
i only let a male valet park it (skrt, skrt)
i’ve got her legs shaking like she’s got parkinson’s
give her a perc, now she’s going r*t*rded (now she’s going r*t*rded)
balling in new york like i’m wright*phillips (balling in new york)
i’ve done proved wrong, y’all weren’t right, critics (dior)
do i chase b*tches? i don’t chase b*tches (nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
i know my worth, cause i’m worth more than five milli’s
she’s got them thick lips, pierced miss, my d*ck is her business
richard millies, our wrists twins, the gimmicks of riches
this b*tch is from minsk, she text me in cyrillics (yeah, yeah)
jeans skinny, but hips thick, she sits on my knees, then she kisses me (kiss me)
then blow me a kiss after i’ve blown her cheeks, say she’ll miss me (d*mn, she’s stupid as f*ck)
she a freaky little misfit, still dm’s her tit pics, reply saying ‘xx’, while i’m s*xing her sis (yeah, yeah)
[interlude: f1 & dior twxntyone]
and it’s going dutch in 2021
max verstappen, for the first time ever, is champion of the world
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
pedal to the metal, max verstappen (pedal to the metal)
red bull whips, no ferrari (no ferrari)
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me (twxntyone)
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pedal to the metal, max verstappen (go)
red bull whips, no ferrari (ay, blrrd, yeah)
speeding, speeding fast, they can’t stop me (yeah)
b*tch, i got that pace like yurary

[outro]
pace like yurary
they can’t stop me
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, yeah, yeah
b*tch i got that pace

- dior twxntyone lyrics

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