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three seats in the back
tell me am i what you lack
driving on the 405
in your cadillac

when you wink at me
like a grizzly
through the rear view mirror
with the dog tags

different kind of thing
handlebars and a chain
cruisin on my lady frame
with the lady grips

im a biker chick
movin hella thick
white walls slim rims
are you diggin it

you stop to like the way i ride
come on baby come on with me
shades and tags my tights my swag
come on baby come on maybe

tigers on my shirt tigers on my grill
tigers on my shirt tigers on my grill

tricks on my fixie
bells on my bm key
riding on my 10 speed
schwinn collegiate
or the varsity
pink with a banana seat
body slender as a fender's
shifters from shimano
wired brakes from my hermano
10 gear cassettes
threaded through my lock ring
chrome around the tips
glass on my lips
lookin fly singin baby don't sweat this, this, this...

lean to the left ride like the wind
moving all around town
handle the bars without my hands
riding all around around
every day i peddle home
moving all around town
tour my city like a velodrome

25 mile cruise
20 high inch heels
sitting shy on the shoes
of the escalade

california plates
carvin figure 8s
3 feet from the bumper
sippin lemonade

tricks on my fixie...

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Fixie song meanings
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