Changed it to 14 take your time. @
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Those Twin T's, I call it deuce deuces. Clutch and your coupe's losing.
This Vette's hittin ninety, with impeccable timing, and moot boosting.
The roof goofed and fell off. It should hit you in like 20 seconds flat.
He wrecked and smacked, he lacks the heart. Get buck? The Lac is flexin back.
Dressed in black, from top to street. I've got to know- who's toppin bleak?
The roof is carbon. too quick, this ruthless Rar will bark and rock the peaks.
Google his whip. It's under frugally spent, piece of shit that lacks the pull
I got them 18's, this brake fiend is dragged to the finish w/o a knack for fulls.
Red lining on my sneakers, rims shinin n they speechless, toppin triple digits.
Ridin, shiftin. Slidin, driftin. This '92 Civic is whippin and hittin limits.
I got a Supra, that coupe is the swiftest when the needle is touching the roof.
Like Evil Knieval. Breezin, I'll leave em in dust when the clutch gets me through.
There's less miles on this Beamer... than the dials on your speakers. True story.
In sixth gear, My Bugatti's rowdy. List fear as your emotion when I'm reachin two fourty.