- GASHI You Want It 歌詞
- GASHI
- You gon lose your mind (GASHI)
You gon lose your mind (Im ******* your *****)
You gon lose your mind (Hahaha)
You gon lose your mind,
You gon lose your ************* mind
Word around town man I been it
Every time I come around s**t get lit
Yup, love my sound never miss s**t
When it comes to the pen this the hit stick dips**ts
Yall got me all ****** up
Popping bottles in the crib cause its just us
Aint none of these ************* loved us
Table full of guys how the **** you gon judge us
I been sippin, we winnin, then grab me some more
Re-up on bottles we running real low
Chilling with models they sniffing on blow
Need us more dutches its back to the store
Started from bulls** t then concrete I rose
Now at my shows, we throw up our fours
Haters so salty cause my wrists on froze
If you close minded then keep your mouth closed, ahhhh
They so quick to hate s**t
Claim when they see me they gon spray s**t
Run up on me never say s**t
GASHI on my playlist, hit me with that fake s**t
You be in the club looking basic
I be in the booth in my Bape s**t
Made it, radio never wanna play s**t
******** ***** so racist, ****** up
Never learned how to drive stick
As a kid been busy writing rhymes in my Sidekick
Turn your main chick into my side *** **
Turn a lame ***** into a hot chick
Fly kid, they could never never pop s**t
Cop s**t, looking fleek when I rock s**t
Never kiss hoes, I just give em c**k quick
Tell em stay above the rim, on my Pac s**t
Ahhhhh, that life I live that
Those cars I whip that
Bad broads I hit that
Ahhhhh, that life I live that
You mad, you mad, you mad
Cause you want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it
I can tell that you want it
I told ya, I told ya
I like it, I cop it,
Then Yao when I rock it (yeah when I rock it)
Taking these photos with haters
Go back to the crib then I crop it (Ah ha)
Money too long, cant fit in my pocket
Cant fit in my wallet (Cant fit it!)
I dont pay for *****,
She said Im so handsome she wanna just ride it
Whipping the Benz, me and my bros
Setting these trends, ******* these hoes
Whippin and trippin we gettin these Os
And Im ******* your ***** and Im changing my clothes
Got my own 4s, cant cop em in stores
Pull up at shows, turn OFF my phone
Haters so fake, leave me alone
They ask for a steak, I feed em bone, ahhhh
Im European face it, all of these other rappers so basic
Just know that you made it when your friends start hating
And pulling, and pulling that fake s**t
All of these rappers that made it before me
Just taught me I gotta be patient
This aint my flow this that Drake s**t
But **** it - shqipe we made it!
Im your,
Im your favorite rapper's favorite rapper on the low
They text me my s**t is **** but they will never post
They support me from a distance like some ******* hoes
But when they need a hit, they be so quick to call my phone
Ahhhhh, that life I live that
Those cars I whip that
Bad broads I hit that
Ahhhhh, that life I live that
You mad, you mad, you mad
Cause you want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it (lose your mind)
You want it
I can tell that you want it
You gon lose your mind
You gon, you gon lose your mind
You gon lose your mind
You gon, you gon lose your mind
You gon lose your mind
You gon, you gon lose your mind
You gon lose your mind,
You gon lose your ************* mind
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