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pedals to the floor, wave of the flag, my start and I rush to the finish line like a mad gypard

no one can stop me today under my hood the strength of the devil himself

I will overtake any car, I take risks and avoid a frontal attack

a dapper man in a tail, supposedly with a false side, I stick 5 and now it’s already beyond the horizon

I'm stuck tearing apart layers of air, I'll press the brakes to perform a skid, I'm sure the iron horse will push, I'm sure there's fire coming out of the exhaust

I’m sure the nitrogen won’t let me down and my engine growls like a coyote at the moon, I’m not afraid of fire or ice on the road and I know that 1st place is mine

the principle of victory is a matter of life and death, the only thing missing for spice is pepper, a free pallet leads with you, there are no laws, there are no electric shocks

the principle of victory is a matter of life and death, the only thing missing for spice is pepper, a free pallet leads with you, there are no laws, there are no electric shocks

fiery venyl similar to devilish flame and speed over 300, only the banner is missing

who is racing, ignite the adrenaline in the blood, a seat at the wheel and there is a VIP smooth panel and a leather chair, it’s like a throne, my place of honor

neon hits the floor like God's light next to me on the seat is fortune, my neighbor grabs it for me sometimes, but the race is most important

this is my fate, the influence in the chair in the eyes, everything blurs, thought after thought, it is immediately understood as if you are flying away while remaining on the ground

everything is so unreal, as if in a dream, but you can’t see a line ahead, you add gas and everything is behind you

the principle of victory is a matter of life and death, the only thing missing for spice is pepper, a free pallet leads with you, there are no laws, there are no electric shocks

the principle of victory is a matter of life and death, the only thing missing for spice is pepper, a free pallet leads with you, there are no laws, there are no electric shocks

Adrenaline, like a drug, strains your nerves. You rush along the track, trying to be 1. You have hundreds of amazing victories to your name. You strive to be 1 because there is no turning back.

injection of nitrous oxide adds fear your car is a beast and not a kalymaga press the gas to the floor increasing the speed prove to everyone Bro on the track who you are I’m standing at the start waiting for the go-ahead

the flame sparkles, reflected on the asphalt, the roar of the engine interrupts the whistling of the tires, are you ready to be faster than me in speed, the speakers transform the fallen, I take off the handbrake, I'm number 1 in speed behind the mini yuba and my pussy is here, the March street racing club, it requires risk, well, that's all, I'm 1 again on the track, my beauty, my stell, as always, will paint the low body kit with model 4, the deep bass caresses the ear in this car, the neon lamp under the body kit flickers, here everything is decided by the power of your engine, press the gas to the floor when starting with the handbrake

the glare of the lights, we are flying along the track again, I am with him and I feel the maximum, my body is on the limit, my nerves give me I know that in this race he will be