Lyrics

Buckle your seatbelt, pour up a refill, let's cut the brake light off Pick out your racer, Straight with no chaser, blow up the bass like bomb Start up the engine, I got revenge in the back of my blue eyes Don't see my rifle, I got the title, this competition's mine Uh, mix up the gasoline and start it Rolling through the metal party Got a Lamborghini body Uh, lace and latex, I'm Ferrari I can hear the streets is calling Finger on the throttle roaring Now I keep running all the red lights And I won't stop till I see daylight Got bitches blinded by the headlights Hey! Hey! Burn rubber Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber The double white lines, I'm out of my mind, oil and Tanqueray Hop out the Porsche, tie up my corset, nothing but lingerie This make-up right now, how much you got now, please land it all on me And if you choose it, maybe you'll lose it, you gotta wait and see Uh, mix up the gasoline and start it Rolling through the metal party Got a Lamborghini body Uh, lace and latex, I'm Ferrari I can hear the streets is calling Finger on the throttle roaring Now I keep running all the red lights And I won't stop till I see daylight Got bitches blinded by the headlights Hey! Hey! Burn rubber Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber Uh, mix up the gasoline and start it Rolling through the metal party Got a Lamborghini body Uh, driving crazy and I'm carrying A red-lighted American An ignited Aquarian Now I keep running all the red lights And I won't stop till I see daylight Got bitches blinded by the headlights Hey! Hey! Burn rubber Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, burn rubber
Writer(s): Michael Fonseca, Jesse Saint John, Giovanni Palandrani, Nicki Adamsson Wikstroem Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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