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Gas Shawty Video (MV)




Performed By: Lusyd
Language: English
Length: 4:06
Written by: Benjamin Adams, John Cole, Jordan Fletcher, Tristam Davis




Lusyd - Gas Shawty Lyrics
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May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
Im rockin' RAF and Hermès
Roadrunner, I walk and turn heads
Bread winner, goin' for the sandwich to stay fed
Fake niggas don't come around they just play dead
Clown ass niggas go back to the circus
In the function like what's up with my purpose
Outside lookin' in barely scratched the surface
Home field advantage playin' on yo turf bitch
Shawty yellow bone same color her iphone (Hello?)
Out for the night, rather just stay home
Wearin' Gucci sweats with a Burberry coat on
Christian Dior had me strapped like a pilgrim
Rockin Off-White, all black like a villain
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
Whippin' in the phantom, I feel like Danny
Reaper got you feelin' grim like Mandy
Yo cousin is a square, yea he look like Stanley
I be on the big screen, R.I.P Stan Lee (Aye, yeah)
R.I.P Stan Lee, shooting star Kirby
Bad bitch a Barbie, and she use to curve me
Now I got money, now she wanna shlurp me
She eat it up like curry, in yo house like Cory
Runtz in my respiratory (Cough, cough)
Too much funnel, nah I can't trust a bitch because she gon tattle
If she hassle me then I kick her out my castle
Y'all stay with the heard like y'all some cattle
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
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May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
May there be peace and love and affection throughout all creation, oh god
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
Im rockin' RAF and Hermès
Roadrunner, I walk and turn heads
Bread winner, goin' for the sandwich to stay fed
Fake niggas don't come around they just play dead
Clown ass niggas go back to the circus
In the function like what's up with my purpose
Outside lookin' in barely scratched the surface
Home field advantage playin' on yo turf bitch
Shawty yellow bone same color her iphone (Hello?)
Out for the night, rather just stay home
Wearin' Gucci sweats with a Burberry coat on
Christian Dior had me strapped like a pilgrim
Rockin Off-White, all black like a villain
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
Whippin' in the phantom, I feel like Danny
Reaper got you feelin' grim like Mandy
Yo cousin is a square, yea he look like Stanley
I be on the big screen, R.I.P Stan Lee (Aye, yeah)
R.I.P Stan Lee, shooting star Kirby
Bad bitch a Barbie, and she use to curve me
Now I got money, now she wanna shlurp me
She eat it up like curry, in yo house like Cory
Runtz in my respiratory (Cough, cough)
Too much funnel, nah I can't trust a bitch because she gon tattle
If she hassle me then I kick her out my castle
Y'all stay with the heard like y'all some cattle
Yea I'm Sonic with the speed, I hit the beat
I'm on it like yo bitch, i'm clapping cheeks
Rhianna, heavenly with the melody, I speak
Like Ghandi, I keep the piece
No f*ckin' with me, I'll leave ya brains on the wall
SHEESH
Hercules, I'm rockin' golden fleece
When I walk in yo chick drop to her knees
Can't even bring her back to the crib, so we smash in the Jeep
And the soundtrack I'm playin' is unreleased
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Writer: Benjamin Adams, John Cole, Jordan Fletcher, Tristam Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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