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(what you want?) Man i need that 449 cc That 4 stroke 5 speed Straight out the suzuki catalog Halo Fire it up Lighting it up And it look like peaches in motion On that side street we burning the ashphalt It's my fault I turned fast My bad Straight from the catalog You don't want a honda You don't want a yamaha Suzuki Twisting ballerina Whistle ocarina That extendo seater (speed) Spike the cowboy bebop Yeah that rubber heat up Baby can you keep up? Letras de cancionesRed handles (he got the red joints) And when the paint job chip It is what it is Is what is It is what it is I try not to Think about it too much Try not to I'm not tripping I'm not thinking about when we copped that Take it to a shop for a paint job You said you like apricot I'm like nah, can't do that Need that atomic tangerine That glossy, that candy And it look like peaches in motion On that side street we cut up Baby napalm, firecracker Just because I'll open up For you Big talk, sike Little talk, siding with the rush From Letras Mania