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born racer - scario andreddi lyrics

[intro: scario andreddi]
yeah, b*tch
andreddi*style, you know what i’m sayin’?
like [?]

[chorus: scario andreddi]
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call mе scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racеr (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light

[verse 1: scario andreddi]
i’m out for rockin’ hoes to malibu classics, blue*on*black [?] action
not to mention whip powerful distraction, competition break down like fractions
[?] for the real shifters
trade it with a shift*kick, with a second*gear turbine boost, for real, like memphis
hydraulic lifters on the posterior, peep out the interior
kunta kinte leather, buckle seats on this interior
[?] the clock [?], i’m goin’ on races right through these streets
meet me at the red light if you fools thinkin’ you got to the police
[chorus: scario andreddi and glass paccs]
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light (glass paccs)

[verse 2: glass paccs]
n*gga, i drop out my car like i’m michael knight
but my car ain’t [?], but my car be the sh*t
plus i stay lit, and i talk sh*t
three*fifty [?], ’bout [?] the sh*t [?] waterslide dip
guarantee ya’, i’ll make your car do a backflip
and make you mad, face the facts, man, i’m a straight pimp
just like [?] i treat hoes like temp tags
plus she’s a mag, then after 30 days
send that b*tch on her way
it takes a [?], i be wearin’ a fit every day
i’m like f*ck it, man, it’s time to hit that freeway
and i’m passin’ up no money, man, like i’m [?]
man, i’m from [?] like i was derailed
i’m straight from the twelve and i’m all about my mail
f*ck it, man, i smoked him like dough
i only heard once, “get mark, get set, go!”
[chorus: scario andreddi]
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), born racer (born racer)
they call me scario andreddi, born racer (born racer)
born racer (born racer), uh, meet me at the red light

[interlude: scario andreddi]
ay, glass paccs
i only hear you spittin’ about, you know, three*fifties and sh*t
seventies and up
what you know about old*school?
sh*t like this

[verse 3: scario andreddi]
fibreglass around the windows to protect it
or 24*karat [?] slimin’ hard with that epic
[?] on some white*and*gold kicks
so why in the h*ll they procrastinate when they know they can’t f*ck with this?
so i [?] branch [?] maintain [?] block [?]
[?] hot on my block [?] scratchin’ [?]
[?] seven, [?] it’s gonna be on
just hit me up under my phone, i got the [?] in the zone
scratch marks on the [?] zones, affiliated with glass paccs
and when i need lg, i’m hittin’ my big bro’ for the sacks
i’m all about my scratch, no lovin’ them [?] rats
but it’s on two choices again, if you don’t f*ck with this n*gga [?]
silly n*gga
[interlude: glass paccs]
yeah, man, i’ma have to dap for that, man
i know you bad
it’s my turn, man, it’s up in that [?]
that’s what i’m talkin’ about, man

[verse 4: glass paccs]
i’m like f*ck it, man
it’s time to hit in my pontiac (pontiac!)
them n*ggas smoke like a sack, man, [?] (sack!)
(ah!) on the side, be doin’ things like nascar (nascar?!)
’cause my dap, man, ’cause i’m feelin’ like a superstar (superstar!)
but i do more donuts than lemarr (than lemarr?!)
f*ck it, man, i’m ain’t tryin’ to be behind bars (f*ckin’ bars, man)
i see them stars and it’s shinin’ on me (starrin’ on me)
candy paint dip, man, plus i’m from twelve*three (twelve*three!)
recognize game, it ain’t no thang (thang)
i’m sittin’ on gold thangs and, baby, watch how i sw*ng (how i sw*ng!)
uh, you’ll hate to see me burn rubber (burn)
[?] didn’t want to do it (rubber) because i got yo’ number (got yo’ number)

- scario andreddi lyrics

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