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ae86 - pulp carlo lyrics

blue, red, and blue lines, kids turned out just fine
caught by red and blue lights, acab suck my ice
they eyeing my ice
wristw*tch, yeah, golden, nice
got that mission impossible, got success, got hood approved
for a cosign, what you need to prove?

wish i knew my eight*six (wooh)
i just knew the basics, cruisin’ round the mountain cliffs
told me i be racing (told me every single time)
might have blown my engine, b*tch, you blew my engine
akina with them hairpins (skrrt skrrt)
i corner with a mad drift when i’m on my night shift
you don’t know what i’m facing (wooh)
when you got some bad sh*t, you just get a facelift
you don’t wanna ride with me in my old low
on a late night, i drive alone
i got no more gas money, no more gas no
she got a lot to say to my old
trueno, you know, i go
when she goes, she knows, took her time, davao city speed slow
got dough, night though, i know
like auto, so i go, she gon’ k!ll me with a phone call

i don’t got no time for me
(don’t fly too high, my wings might)
i don’t got no time for me
(don’t fly too high, my wings might)
i don’t got no time for me
(don’t fly too high, my wings might)
i don’t got no time for me
(don’t fly too high, my wings might)

(hahaha, and i was like oh sh*t, oh sh*t!)

(ah sh*t, ah sh*t)
told my bottom b*tch that i wanna die lit
but she gotta be on time for the night shift
(ah sh*t, ah sh*t)
got a brand new girl, she pretentious
she a church girl, in a club a bad b*tch
fam’ly got a mitsubishi mid*2000s (l2)
man, i grew up in a flat, yeah i’d be honest (on god)
papa gotta handle all the automotives
now i gotta handle all my f*cking motives (sh*t)
back in ’15, mexicano potion (tequila)
mis amigas son brujas
now i’m making up own type of dough sh*t (k!llah)
yeah, i ain’t f*cking ’round now

you don’t wanna ride with me in my old low
on a late night, i drive alone
i got no more gas money, no more gas no
she got a lot to say to my old
trueno, you know, i go
when she goes, she knows, took her time, davao city speed slow
got dough, (last) night though, i know
like auto, so i go, she gon’ k!ll me with a phone call

- pulp carlo lyrics

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