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Wanna Race

I’m a sixty-nine super sport Chevelle  
Got a big block, a blown three-ninety-six  
Here on the strip, tryin’ to raise some hell  
Look out baby, got a blue bottle of tricks  
 
You’ll like the way I come off the line  
My tach is in the red, but I’m hard to beat  
Just enjoy the ride, it’s all a good time  
You wanna take control, jump in the driver’s seat  
 
If you wanna go fast, all it takes is cash  
You gotta have control or you’ll crash  
My hands are greasy, but my money is clean  
Look here baby, this ain’t no California dream  
 
Like a cowgirl, creepin’ up in the night  
It’s all about watching that rear view  
Man, those headlights are on bright  
When they come up close, I’ll see just what you can do  
 
When it’s on the line, got the boost switch on  
Like a volcano that’s ready to explode  
Don’t look back, baby I’m already gone  
If you wanna race  
It’s an eighth of a mile  
Just name the place  
I’ll be there with a smile  
I sting like a bumblebee  
So baby  
Do you still want a piece of me  
 
(Instrumental)  
 
If you wanna go fast, all it takes is cash  
You gotta have control or you’ll crash  
My hands are greasy, but my money is clean  
Look here baby, this ain’t no California dream  
 
If you wanna go fast, all it takes is cash  
You gotta have control or you’ll crash  
My hands are greasy, but my money is clean  
Look here baby, this ain’t no California dream
Written by buddydog
Published | Edited 20th Nov 2017
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