WARNING nascar aloe
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[Intro]
Haha
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, reverse that
Oooh
[Chorus]
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
[Verse]
Off the goddamn porch, uh
Droppin' off my kids on her face like a stork, uh
Bitch-made boy, turn his ass to a corpse
Bitch, I'm Nascar, so you know I got torque, uh
Demon in the flesh, boy I ain't no bitch
Hand up her dress out in public
Tired of the bitch, had enough of it
But I bet she still come here and suck the dick, ayy
I'm a fuckin' punk, baby, I ain't a gentleman
Now shut the fuck up and swallow nut like it's cinnamon
I'm only nineteen, but the club still gon' let him in
And if they talkin' shit, then my shooters gon' wet 'em then
Ha-ha-ha, in my Helmut Lang
My boy got the glick, and he got good aim
I went to LA, now I'm not the same
But I'm still the devil, bitch, ain't nothin' changed
But I'm deranged now
I fuck around and shoot ya whole squad where you hang out
They hate my fuckin' music, bitch, they tell me it's way loud
And I would rather have the money, baby, not fake clout
The goofy, I'm the shit
AP on my wrist, look like I got the fuckin' Omnitrix
Walked down Melrose, but don't fuck wit' OnSomeShit
Demons in my head, I think I'm really fuckin' losin' it
She cheated on her man but he a fan, so he was cool wit' it
The pussy easy for me, all I gotta do is Uber it
Had to hit the bitch twice because it was exuberant
I'm a punk, bitch, I am in love with doin' stupid shit
And I bet, because this song, they'll put me on the crucifix
Fuckin' bitch
Haha
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, reverse that
Oooh
[Chorus]
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
Warning, warning, warning (Alright)
[Verse]
Off the goddamn porch, uh
Droppin' off my kids on her face like a stork, uh
Bitch-made boy, turn his ass to a corpse
Bitch, I'm Nascar, so you know I got torque, uh
Demon in the flesh, boy I ain't no bitch
Hand up her dress out in public
Tired of the bitch, had enough of it
But I bet she still come here and suck the dick, ayy
I'm a fuckin' punk, baby, I ain't a gentleman
Now shut the fuck up and swallow nut like it's cinnamon
I'm only nineteen, but the club still gon' let him in
And if they talkin' shit, then my shooters gon' wet 'em then
Ha-ha-ha, in my Helmut Lang
My boy got the glick, and he got good aim
I went to LA, now I'm not the same
But I'm still the devil, bitch, ain't nothin' changed
But I'm deranged now
I fuck around and shoot ya whole squad where you hang out
They hate my fuckin' music, bitch, they tell me it's way loud
And I would rather have the money, baby, not fake clout
The goofy, I'm the shit
AP on my wrist, look like I got the fuckin' Omnitrix
Walked down Melrose, but don't fuck wit' OnSomeShit
Demons in my head, I think I'm really fuckin' losin' it
She cheated on her man but he a fan, so he was cool wit' it
The pussy easy for me, all I gotta do is Uber it
Had to hit the bitch twice because it was exuberant
I'm a punk, bitch, I am in love with doin' stupid shit
And I bet, because this song, they'll put me on the crucifix
Fuckin' bitch
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