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Fast Cars (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Fast cars,
Fast women,
Speed bikes with the nitro in them,
Dangerous when driven,
Those are the type that I be feeling [x2]

Sitting there while I observe,
I like your lines I love your curves,
Checking out your bodywork,
How can I get with her,
Your the one that I want,
Do anything to turn you on,
Somebody please just pass the keys so you can take a ride with me

I’m on a mission,
First thing disarming your system,
Next thing slip the key in the ignition,
Just listen,
To the way that you purr at me you know your as perverse as me,
When your back starts dipping,
Wheel spinning when the gears start shifting,
I’m sticking to the turbo kissing,
You know that I’m missing,
Got me moving so fast you got me missing the flash a 5.0,

Fast cars,
Fast women,
Speed bikes with the nitro in them,
Dangerous when driven,
Those are the type that I be feeling [x2]

Feel the rise feel the rush,
The moment I tease your clutch,
Reacting to my every touch,
Were shifting down were tearing up,
I don’t care where we go,
The brand new alps the amazon (?)
Even if we crash you know,
I’ll spin your round just to let you know

I’m on a mission,
First thing disarming your system,
Next thing slip the key in the ignition,
Just listen,
To the way that you purr at me you know your as perverse as me,
When your back starts dipping,
And I’m unaware of the limits I’m hitting,
Blurred vision in a critical condition,
Could blow the transmission,
Got me moving so fast you got me missing the flash a 5.0,

Fast cars,
Fast women,
Speed bikes with the nitro in them,
Dangerous when driven,
Those are the type that I be feeling [x2]

Body like a racecar,
You got the curves like Jaguar,
Acceleration like a Yamaha,
I like the way you perform when I’m turning you on,
Feel it when I revving you,
Smoother than a ??,
?? like a ??,
I like the way you perform when im turning you on

Fast cars,
Fast women,
Speed bikes with the nitro in them,
Dangerous when driven,
Those are the type that I be feeling [x4]

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Fast Cars (Letra)

Craig David

Craig David

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Fast cars,
She lives at the best hotels

Big stars,
She knows them all so well

Lost loves,
She’s had more than just a few

Wrong moves,
She can afford more than you

She don’t know, what real love is
She’s always had, second best
She don’t know, what real love is
She’s always had second best.

Headlines,
She’s been there once or twice

Feeling fine
She has forgotten the price

She don’t know, what real love is
She’s always had second best
She don’t know, what real love is
She’s always had second best.

(mccafferty, cleminson, charlton, agnew, sweet)
(copyright 1980 nazsongs ltd.)
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
Copyright 1980 a&m records, inc

Fast Cars (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[Intro: RZA]
True mizza-Mast’ on the triz-nack
Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
Raekwon got the triz-nap

[Chorus 2X: RZA & Erica Bryant]
We be ridin’ fast cars
Weed all in the glass jar
Chrome all on my crash bar
Glocks all in my stash box

[RZA]
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off
Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin’ smirf off
Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin’ for a deal like it’s A&P
On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya’ll niggaz Duck Daffy
Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
Drivin’ through the hill at night to the weedspot
I got two hands but I’m known to carry three glocks
B-O-B-B-Y, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
Used to break days smokin’ coke and digi
‘Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya’ll niggaz know me
Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold ‘em like the roll singing
Sick silky six syllable stanza
Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
She blowin’ up my horn, bitch ain’t try’n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer

[Chorus 2X]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo… yo.. yo..
Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet’s to finish me
cuz if not, if I get the chance, I’m do you
Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin’ me good
The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
Y’all can’t build me, your technique’s Ecederin
Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
Paid up people no mind like I’m crooked, right
Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin’ right
He on the floor, tell his grams, “yo I seen the light”
The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin’ the joint
Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin’ lookin’ moist
I ain’t know what to do so I told the boys
I’m not a sucker look, y’all mothafuckin’ made noise

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: RZA]
Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi
Kinetic 9, Killa Beez
Straight up, Raekwon the Chef
Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard
Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah
The GZA, The Genius
Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Straight up, Masta Killa
The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D
The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh