let's race - yeat lyrics
[intro]
like i already said
i got my foot on the x, like
we not playin’ around no more, you know
play lil boy games and you know, you don’t got no f*ckin’ money
[chorus]
let’s go, bugatti, yeah
audi, audi, beamer (skrrt), h*llcat (err)
bentley, trackhawk, jeep, mercedes (err)
who wanna race with us? let’s go take a trip back to my garage, let’s go! (err)
we got a whole lotta funds, a whole lotta guns, a whole lotta fun, let’s go!
prada, prada, number nine (ooh), louis (yeah), helmet (err)
card, balenci (yeah), fendi, fendi, we insane
who wanna drip with us? let’s go take a trip back to my closet (err)
we got a whole lotta drip, a whole lotta funds, a whole lotta guns, let’s go!
[verse]
first, he was mad
i put bugatti on his b*tch, going down street at three hundred (err)
you don’t even have no bae, you don’t have no racks, how the f*ck is you stuntin’? (wha’?)
i wanna go to chanel for the dress, yeah, then i told her it’s stunning (oh)
yeah, we still poppin’ them percs, we still sippin’ that drizz’, we still sippin’ the act’, and we breaking her back
we gon’ run in that b*tch, we gon’ take all that sh*t, we gon’ take all them bands, we gon’ run off with that
you need to tell me ’bout all of the sh*t that you did, cause you know i’m not f*ckin’ with that
she just told me to come over and play with her p*ssy, she know that i f*ck with the cat
and i don’ got me some runtz, jumps up on the bed, you know i’m not talking chris tucker with that
[bridge]
no, they not as high as us
me and clibbo gon’ be at the skies as us
we real, there’s no disguises
yeah, except where yo’ wife is
who wanna race with us? yeah, we got too much bikes
and i heard he wanna talk sh*t, but he not like this
[chorus]
let’s go, bugatti, yeah
audi, audi, beamer (skrrt), h*llcat (err)
bentley, trackhawk, jeep, mercedes (err)
who wanna race with us? let’s go take a trip back to my garage, let’s go! (err)
we got a whole lotta funds, a whole lotta guns, a whole lotta fun, let’s go!
prada, prada, number nine (ooh), louis (yeah), helmet (err)
card, balenci (yeah), fendi, fendi, we insane
who wanna drip with us? let’s go take a trip back to my closet (err)
we got a whole lotta drip, a whole lotta funds, a whole lotta guns, let’s go!
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