Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Leaving f*cking ass in the past
You could try your best
And
I don't need any luck
Say he wanna race
But I promise
When I leave this place
I will have your pink slip
In my back f*ckkng pocket
Next to the pistol
Bitch you!
Better f*ckkng watch it
Goddamn right I f*cking pop it
He is lying dead with the maggots in his sockets
Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Hit the gas try and pass
If you ain't mother f*cking first
Than you last bitch
Bend the corners like I'm dangerous
When I'm on the road I feel so brainless
Spitting flames like a space ship
Smoking reffer on my day trip
Banana peel they slipped
I dipped
Come at me unequipped
Leave yo f*ckkng brain stripped
Engine glowing like a hot kettle
Ole devil told me
Keep my foot up on the pedal
Control yo own mental
Do not ever settle
I gotta gold medal
You got exposed metal
Rather it's accidental
Take this f*ckkng hint for the future
You a sore loser
Now your motor mounts are looser
Shoulda hit the booster
A Little sooner
You can pay up you can meet my ruger
Lilnutz - Pink Slip Lyrics
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Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Leaving f*cking ass in the past
You could try your best
And
I don't need any luck
Say he wanna race
But I promise
When I leave this place
I will have your pink slip
In my back f*ckkng pocket
Next to the pistol
Bitch you!
Better f*ckkng watch it
Goddamn right I f*cking pop it
He is lying dead with the maggots in his sockets
Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Hit the gas try and pass
If you ain't mother f*cking first
Than you last bitch
Bend the corners like I'm dangerous
When I'm on the road I feel so brainless
Spitting flames like a space ship
Smoking reffer on my day trip
Banana peel they slipped
I dipped
Come at me unequipped
Leave yo f*ckkng brain stripped
Engine glowing like a hot kettle
Ole devil told me
Keep my foot up on the pedal
Control yo own mental
Do not ever settle
I gotta gold medal
You got exposed metal
Rather it's accidental
Take this f*ckkng hint for the future
You a sore loser
Now your motor mounts are looser
Shoulda hit the booster
A Little sooner
You can pay up you can meet my ruger
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Leaving f*cking ass in the past
You could try your best
And
I don't need any luck
Say he wanna race
But I promise
When I leave this place
I will have your pink slip
In my back f*ckkng pocket
Next to the pistol
Bitch you!
Better f*ckkng watch it
Goddamn right I f*cking pop it
He is lying dead with the maggots in his sockets
Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a f*cking sleeper
That's a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Hit the gas try and pass
If you ain't mother f*cking first
Than you last bitch
Bend the corners like I'm dangerous
When I'm on the road I feel so brainless
Spitting flames like a space ship
Smoking reffer on my day trip
Banana peel they slipped
I dipped
Come at me unequipped
Leave yo f*ckkng brain stripped
Engine glowing like a hot kettle
Ole devil told me
Keep my foot up on the pedal
Control yo own mental
Do not ever settle
I gotta gold medal
You got exposed metal
Rather it's accidental
Take this f*ckkng hint for the future
You a sore loser
Now your motor mounts are looser
Shoulda hit the booster
A Little sooner
You can pay up you can meet my ruger
Writer: luke winkler
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