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"Ferrari Arcade"


[Intro:]
[Ferrari Startup]

[Chorus:]
Red Ferrari, Blue Mercedes
I bet you knew I'd make it
Ever since you knew me baby

[Verse 1:]
My new estate
Is filled with all the newest ladies
My bank acccount
Amount like all I do is save it
I'm spendin'
Old Money at my newest Haven
The reason why
I keep on sayin quit complainin
This could be us girl
But you keep on playin'
Just give it up girl
I swear I'll make you famous
I'll make you, Make a killin'
You could make a million
We'll be major billin'
Once you with it, more than willin'
That's when you'll really get it
But you don't really get it
Can't believe I need to say
That there's no easy way
Name a game that's free to play
When you at the Arcade
Rari, With the dark suede
Peanut butter parfait
Only feed it beetle juice
91 and need a boost
Heavy metal bullet proof
It's sunny out so fuck the roof
Fuck the roof
Yo, Fuck the roof
Matter fact just fuck the roof

[Chorus:]
Red Ferrari, Blue Mercedes
I bet you knew I'd make it
Ever since you knew me baby

[Verse 2:]
My jewler made it
So my wrists' illuminated
So now I keep it stainless
Cause I know you dudes are hatin'
It's like I got the fuckin Blue Magic
Jimmy in the new Wagon
Swervin through the new traffic
And I'm rockin all the newest fashions
Even got the Gucci glasses
Plus I got the boots to match em'
Yeah, My nigga cop'd a Cadillac
Like nigga who is you?
Say that shit so matter fact
Shorty In the Suburu
Hoop Rings
Lookin Like some Hula Hoops
My Ex girl turn into such a Buggaboo
But what's a Buggaboo?
A bitch that won't stop buggin you
That's when you really got the Juice
Now I got the M4
Cause I heard that you a Nympho
Fuckin In them foreigns
Cause they Benzo's
Gotta do some more for the Enzo
Please don't let your friends know

[Chorus:]
Red Ferrari, Blue Mercedes
I bet you knew I'd make it
Ever since you knew me baby [x3]

[Interlude:]
Told the ho
She'll make it if she sold her soul
Silver crown, Silver Rari
And some yellow gold
She killed a whole 5Gs
Just to fill the hole
She hella cold
Designer clothes with the leather toes
Made me turn, Admired her
Now I want to hire her
I see the other side of her
She wanna get up outta here
Cause she can do better
A young Hugh Heffner
Put her in the center fold
Right next to my other ho

[Outro:]
[Ferrari startup, launch, and acceleration]

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