12th Street Pharmacist Racing Horses Lyrics

[Intro]
(TL On The Beat...)

[Verse 1]
I've been overwhelmed with this new temptation
Addicted to this new sensation
I've been all around the world in my apron
You wanna feel what I feel, I need payment
I'm all alone, new whips with the chrome
I'm in a drop-top with a Caucasian
Baby, we'll get there in time, be patient
Now you understand why these horses racin'
Buy me a GT, you can have this Maybach
I just want the fast car, plus they not made black
Yeah, I'm on the Xan and now I'm off the race track
(Ooh, ooh, woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch still searchin' (Ayy, yeah)
Chop the roof up off the coupe like I'm a surgeon (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Can't try to fool me, I can never feel your hurt (Worth your while)
In the parkin' lot, in the air, flyin', doin' circles (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(The Pharmacist)

[Chorus]
Woah, come, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses
[Post-Chorus]
Red 488 with Lamborghini doors (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Porsche two-toned but the doors open like fours (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Two racin' horses
We be burnin' rubber, bitch, yuou think we burnin' spores (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Two racin' horses
We gon' bring the horses out but not the ones at Ford (Yeah)
Two racin' horses

[Verse 2]
What you call that? That ain't no racin' (Oh, no)
What she yellin' at me for? I ain't even say shit (Oh, no)
Come get your ho 'cause this bitch so basic (Ayy, yeah) I've been all around the sheets with her naked
Ayy, yeah, yeah, I'm in a new whip prototype
Ridin' from the beach to the east on the highway to see the Atlanta lights
Matte black lawnmower (Ooh)
Goin' out the front door (Wet, wet)
In my red Tom Ford (Wet, wet)
I race my heart away (Woah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bitch still searchin' (Ayy, yeah)
Chop the roof up off the coupe like I'm a surgeon (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Can't try to fool me, I can never feel your hurt (Worth your while)
In the parkin' lot, in the air, flyin', doin' circles (Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(The Pharmacist)
[Chorus]
Woah, come, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses
Huh, huh, come and race these horses

[Post-Chorus]
Red 488 with Lamborghini doors (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Porsche two-toned but the doors open like fours (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Two racin' horses
We be burnin' rubber, bitch, you think we burnin' spores (Ooh, drop-top coupe)
Two racin' horses
We gon' bring the horses out but not the ones at Ford (Yeah)
Two racin' horses

[Bridge]
Baby, I've been thinkin', I just wanna clear it out
Maybe I've been thinkin', come on, let's air it out
Lately I've been thinkin' you're the only one I care about
Lately I've been thinkin' you're the only one I care about

[Outro]
Bring them horses out (Ayy)
Oh, bring them horses out (Ayy)
Oh, bring them horses out
Bring them horses out

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