You like my aura
Let me tell you, I like your sofa
Can you go one day without finessing?
Come on, get with it
Who out here giving you an agenda?
I don't play tender, I play ballsy
True fact, everything that I do like that, I do often
These ain't converse
Boy, you see that star?
Ain't done shit, but they all wanna act hard
They try to fence me in like a backyard
She wanna be mine
Put my logo on her side like a NASCAR
She stopped at the crib for the pit crew
That's just a fancy way to say I put my-
My diamonds are whiter than an igloo
Hard for you to sit through, see me on the TV like Nicktoons
See I might hit you, but to kill me it takes more than a gun
I got her legs open like wheels in Formula 1
You need more drinks to party
That's only the fourth one that've you drunk, I'm so sure you're a punk
You've been playing all your life, but the score is at 1
And if you think that I'm done, don't relax cuz
There's way more where that's from
And when you go to hell, just be sure that you have fun
Hell ain't no fun
In a crowd with the mob men ties, I reckon
Ur bet won't last one night
Racecar outside
Racecar outside
Don't need a bag or a bracelet
Where my link at?
I need a favor
Chill at the Marriot, got upgraded
I'd rather drive a Hellcat than a Maybach
Hit my G up, we back
Yeah, we back
Connor Frick - Racecar Outside (feat. TwoForFive) Lyrics
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You like my aura
Let me tell you, I like your sofa
Can you go one day without finessing?
Come on, get with it
Who out here giving you an agenda?
I don't play tender, I play ballsy
True fact, everything that I do like that, I do often
These ain't converse
Boy, you see that star?
Ain't done shit, but they all wanna act hard
They try to fence me in like a backyard
She wanna be mine
Put my logo on her side like a NASCAR
She stopped at the crib for the pit crew
That's just a fancy way to say I put my-
My diamonds are whiter than an igloo
Hard for you to sit through, see me on the TV like Nicktoons
See I might hit you, but to kill me it takes more than a gun
I got her legs open like wheels in Formula 1
You need more drinks to party
That's only the fourth one that've you drunk, I'm so sure you're a punk
You've been playing all your life, but the score is at 1
And if you think that I'm done, don't relax cuz
There's way more where that's from
And when you go to hell, just be sure that you have fun
Hell ain't no fun
In a crowd with the mob men ties, I reckon
Ur bet won't last one night
Racecar outside
Racecar outside
Don't need a bag or a bracelet
Where my link at?
I need a favor
Chill at the Marriot, got upgraded
I'd rather drive a Hellcat than a Maybach
Hit my G up, we back
Yeah, we back
Let me tell you, I like your sofa
Can you go one day without finessing?
Come on, get with it
Who out here giving you an agenda?
I don't play tender, I play ballsy
True fact, everything that I do like that, I do often
These ain't converse
Boy, you see that star?
Ain't done shit, but they all wanna act hard
They try to fence me in like a backyard
She wanna be mine
Put my logo on her side like a NASCAR
She stopped at the crib for the pit crew
That's just a fancy way to say I put my-
My diamonds are whiter than an igloo
Hard for you to sit through, see me on the TV like Nicktoons
See I might hit you, but to kill me it takes more than a gun
I got her legs open like wheels in Formula 1
You need more drinks to party
That's only the fourth one that've you drunk, I'm so sure you're a punk
You've been playing all your life, but the score is at 1
And if you think that I'm done, don't relax cuz
There's way more where that's from
And when you go to hell, just be sure that you have fun
Hell ain't no fun
In a crowd with the mob men ties, I reckon
Ur bet won't last one night
Racecar outside
Racecar outside
Don't need a bag or a bracelet
Where my link at?
I need a favor
Chill at the Marriot, got upgraded
I'd rather drive a Hellcat than a Maybach
Hit my G up, we back
Yeah, we back
Writer: Connor Frick, Ayrton Sako
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid