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Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, turning to the left Take a left, gotta take a left Tire check, never pass the pit (Never pass the pit) Nascar, driving Nascar Nascar, driving Nascar Turning left, turning to the left Tire check, never pass the pit (Don't pass the pit) Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, turning to the left Take a left, gotta take a left Tire check, never pass the pit Nascar, driving Nascar Nascar, driving Nascar Turning left, turning to the left Tire check, never pass the pit Two cups. Winner of the gold Checker flag grabber from the get-go This song is just another spoof (poofin') Lapping other drivers, dodging them like I'm bullet proof Pit stops. The greatest crew Tires and gas. Much overdo First place, can't disprove Last place? Need to improve VanBiz, 33 gold No decals. Your car is plain Flaps down. That's a liability Hit the front bumper No gentleman Left turns, turn to the left Turning left, turning to the left Take a left, gotta take a left Tire check, never pass the pit (Don't pass the pit) Nascar, driving Nascar Nascar, driving Nascar Turning left, turning to the left Tire check, never pass the pit (Never pass the pit) Chevy. Ford. I drive anything Pass my car, make me go insane (He's so Sonic fast) Passing by. Take over so clean Highlights blinding with the white beams White flag, looking kind of grey Sold out seats. Everyone's at attendance Good for business, even with the influenza Selling bobble heads, sodas and comissions All gas. Never hit the brake Switch gears Near flop Eating steak Ain't no break. Ain't no bathroom break Gas spraying Not driving Sunday on a freeway First place, it's mine to claim All fame. Making a wage claim
Writer(s): Joshua Howard Luellen, Tony T Son, Rodrick Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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