Lyrics:
a dancing bear jumping through flaming hoops
to even make em buy the god-forsaken single!
Though shall not desecrate the soothing spiral
Altered by a classic
here before my Harsh Reality
The pursuit of music altered my sins to sensuality
My soul's been roamin’
I'm like Saint Michael with my passions
I ain't
closely, even if I gotta do it slowly
But I won't hesitate, slamming on the gas I accelerate
Took it in my own hands, succeed even with blown plans
I'm on my
(Hoe)
None of my money could fold (Fold)
And I be pourin' a four (Lean)
Smokin' that gas, you better not choke (Aye)
And I be hatin' these hoes (Hoes)
Why
un-gah-e-gas-e-ya
I'll grab and the mic and now I damage you, cut your whole stamina
Here comes the medical examinuh
One verse then you're out for the count
was exaggerating
Y'all can never fuck with our bucks
Y'all money masturbating ends up encastrating
You should be at a gas station putting in
een cup, vul hem met sterk
Je weet ik ga kruipen (je weet)
Zeg me what's up, ik geef geen fucks
Iedereen kan het krijgen (iedereen)
Ik weet nog wel dat
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
moment passes I get close on your asses
Who rolls up the fastest
With the gas you need some practice I got smoke for your backwoods
Don't get it backwards
I'm smoking killer though
Yeah, I'm sculling frostbone, and I'ma have a blast, off of bombs and gas, smoke something
Yeah, yeah, couple more hoes been
mean to me, but
My friends believe in me
Asking when things gon' be released
I know sometimes it seem like I'm
Slacking, lagging, lacking gas and classic
mean to me, but
My friends believe in me
Asking when things gon' be released
I know sometimes it seem like I'm
Slacking, lagging, lacking gas and classic
the hottest
And if you brag run off fumes like gas mileage
Hit the booth and just utter right sick with this
A classic mix with it on my jordan bulls pippen
mathematically
Swear I'll be the oldest guy with coldest rhymes
They'll giving me gas for free
And calling me classic g
Thats g for grandad the mad lad
Who went
is fresh, but I'm Classic as a Mitchell & Ness
I be aware of what I hear, when it match what I see
I know my pride causes me
Victory and defeat
I know
with yours
Staying plugged in like extension cords
I stay connected with real collectors
They blow glass and I'm blown away
Made one for me now I'm
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