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The Thrills Car Crash

Do I look like a car crash Baby tell me it aint true Cos if i look like a car crash I don't know what the hell i'd do Everybody tells me i'm out of my

Do I look like a car crash Baby tell me it aint true Cos if i look like a car crash I don't know what the hell i'd do Everybody tells me i'm out of

Rich boy's in trouble Car broke down on a drive through the ghetto All the weird people, you gotta get the fuck out Need to use the phone, step into my

of the thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (You sick fuck) Thrill of the kill (Fuck you sick fuck) Thrill

it took away my breath What she called a Chevy was a sixty six Corvette I felt a little guilty as I counted out the bills But what a thrill I got when

sirens scream I don't drive my car, insurance is too high I live here in the city, my home town is far away I work out with concrete, I don't drive my car

necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all Yeah,

like doja A nigga that's crazy and dyin' to explode ya 187 up in the house, can you fuck with it? It's like a car that crashed, so buckle up with it

my addiction Breaking their faces leaving no traces Being insane is my affliction Open the register give me the cash Hand me your keys the last car I crashed