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daddy's cash pt. 2 (mazepin, latifi and $troll) - sim dane lyrics

mazepin: yeah, so my dad gave me a small loan of a million rubles
stroll: yeah, like um… my dad just, like um… bought the team for me…
latifi: oh yeah, like my dad  just owns lavazza
stroll: i just love my dad
latifi: yeah, me too. definitely
mazepin: me too

chorus:
daddy always gave me everything i wanted * cash!
daddy worked his ass off, i just went and flaunted * cash!
daddy put me in f1 where i will cause a * crash!
some drivers trust in talent, i just trust in daddy’s * cash!
daddy always gave me everything i wanted * cash!
daddy worked his ass off, i just went and flauntеd * cash!
daddy put me in f1 where i will causе a * crash!
some drivers trust in talent, i just trust in daddy’s * cash!

($troll)
stroll! i’m back, uhh… still wack, uhh…
i’ll sack uh… my teammate
we raced hard in my mind, though he ain’t
rich like like daddy, so he’ll have what we ate, chewed!
i’m saying “uhh” all the time
daddy put me in a kart, but i made the climb
i messed up a lot in this career of mine
but the stroll boi ages like wine
2 podiums doesn’t hurt on my rep
a f*ckin’ win has to be the next step
to an extent i feel like i’m getting recognition
to the work that i’m putting in every session
but i can’t lie; i ain’t changing my vision
my intuition is a dollar bill, so i’m fishin’
in daddy’s pocket to get in the title fight soon
aston, give me that bomb*ass car, vroom!
(repeat chorus)

(harassepin)
mr. mazepin, i drink that vodka with my daddy’s friends
i’m daddy’s friend, i’m daddy’s big passion
he gives me massive bins of cash! cash! cash!
for that haas! haas! haas!
i might be last but i’m past the point of giving a cr*p! (cyka!)
rolling like a bowling ball, i’m homing like missile
all my homies on the grid are showing signs of being b*tches!
ever since spa, i’ve been a little overcareful
didn’t this b*tch kid, yuki, understand i tried to hit him?
kinda looking like a famous guy, but albino
kim to the jong un, he’s my g tho
we roll, spend cash 6 big zeroes
you’re all below my big hero, my dad’s stil*o!

(latifi)
so like, i’m bringing in lavazza
part of the plot is a yacht and a scotch
no wins in juniors? f*ck it, i bought my seat!
so screw it if talent’s at naught
funny how us northerners seem stacked, eh?
rookie of the year, though kinda d*mn wacked, eh?
throwing out rob kub with dad’s cash, eh?
royal bank canada, i’m up their ass, eh!
(rob kubica)
rob on the track to f*ck nick up!
big chunk, fat dunk, only rob got the funk
i was in that seat big time, one point
one joint with claire and they threw both off
the team now dream of big d*mn bucks
cash from dads, first stroll, now this chump
old boi, no trophies or titles, nada
you only joined so claire could wear prada

(gangster guenther)
listen up, i’m fokking done
i only got one wish: a fifth of rum
i fight to guenthergarten w*nkers
’bout their seats, now they’re both trashed, huh?
so big boi, mazepin, *gropestar
come to guenther, i’m a mobster
we can make haas *grope again
daddy’s cash for real, my friend

(repeat chorus)

- sim dane lyrics

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