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indy 500 - kid quill lyrics

[intro]
drivers, start your engines

[verse 1]
this sh*t right here, d*mn near, might be my favorite
i been doing this a long time, way back in the bas*m*nt
took a bike ride, and the whole time, i just stared at the pavement
spend a last ten, on a half gram, i think i’m gonna save it
b*tch who the f*ck taught you to drive
can you please do it slower cause you blowing my high (godd*mn)
firework, 4th of july
got my hand out the window and i’m watching it fly (shh)
i put five in the tank and i still got gas
twenty*five for the eight and i still got cash
pretty smile, little waist, but she still got (hahaha, you know)

[chorus]
i just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together (godd*mn)
flings on and off like the weather, i just hit the plug got the same number (godd*mn, godd*mn)
tangerine in the sky, the drip don’t lie, you should probably call the plumber (brr)
b*tch, get your hands on the wheel, i ain’t playing off the real, this ain’t the indy 500 (skrrrt, oh, sh*t, hahahaha)

[bridge]
say i don’t (i don’t)
want no (want no)
no crusty ho
you little crusty ho, you ol’ dumbass ho
say i know (i know)
that i’m gon’ (i’m gon’)
dust these hoes (dust these hoes)
you ol’ dusty ho (hahahaha)
[verse 2]
i’ma have to skate pop shove it
yeah my mom gon’ hate it, and my dad gon’ love it
and my ex gon’ text and i’ll probably say, “f*ck it”
man, i’m home for the night, we should probably do sum’
i got no plans ’cause i already skipped two
she can bring her friends and one like skip lou
and that’s where i’m a be, my bad, if i miss you

[chorus]
i just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together
flings on and off like the weather, i just hit the plug got the same number
tangerine in the sky, the drip don’t lie, you should probably call the plumber
b*tch, get your hands on the wheel, i ain’t playing off the real, this ain’t the indy 500
i just had a good ass summer, everybody came home, everybody got together (godd*mn)
flings on and off like the weather, i just hit the plug got the same number (godd*mn, godd*mn)
tangerine in the sky, the drip don’t lie, you should probably call the plumber (brr)
b*tch, get your hands on the wheel, i ain’t playing off the real, this ain’t the indy 500

- kid quill lyrics

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