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Toronto street lights Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride Toronto we ride Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side The 9 0 5 ride Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side Toronto we ride Ride till I die yelling 6 side Headed down lakeshore trying to kick off this traffic Its quarter past 6 got me feeling like a basket If you old news you dirty laundry to me you going in the basket Rep 6 side till you see me in a casket Nose so big got me feeling like Nixon Where my boys at need to get my next fix in We skee on Santa's slay word to dixon Bring me back down puffin on that chicken Let curtains draw Headed on stage for a new applause Looking for my old crew my entourage Not a friendly face in sight He creates a mirage Blends into the mix like he camouflage Do it for you He went from handlebars to handlebars To singing on stage all the way to Toronto bars Letras de cancionesLook up for those kind of stars Ya those kind of stars Feeling like Bradley and gaga ya those kind of stars Toronto street lights Hold your fingers high show Toronto how we ride Toronto we ride Hold your fingers high yelling 6 side The 9 0 5 ride Hold your middle fingers high yelling six side Toronto we ride Ride till I die yelling 6 side From Letras Mania