Spark Master Tape - Gasoline, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Gasoline, Pt. 2
Gasoline, Pt. 2 Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Gasoline, Pt. 2 By Spark Master Tape?
DJ Yung Vamp out in Belgium
French ass motherfucker Smoke We out here on tour baby Bbno$ just got back from wiener schnitzel (wiener schnitzel) 'Bout to stack this cheddar Sippin' coffee black no creamer rather keep the stack Whippin' in a flashy purple Beamer Baby Gravy back Drop top gettin' lucid top she's quite a dreamer (yeah) Cop a Gucci flop with a coupon no redeemer (ayy) With ya senorita (bad bitch) You can see the wrist dance like ballerina You can see the pimp slap cause anesthesia Only hit a fuckboy if I really needa Your wifey want a doggie bone so I'ma have to treat her Yeah she really 'bout my balls we playing Quidditch she the seeker Yeah I slide to home plate She call me Baby-no-Jeter Did a show for 9k yeah I look like Vegeta Never knew about Vegeta I was growin' up gettin' vagina (gettin' pussy) Didn't have TV no Dragonball Z Had to spend the day gettin' coochie (Super Saiyan) Never ever Would I ever Spend my cheddar Yo mama way to easy she said she really love the pleasure Cop my self a Icy gettup Lay the pressure Nerf beretta Gucci Seater Gravy treat her better get her wetter than you ever gonna get her you could never come get her Really can't wait 'til she get my letter Gettin' to the paper you a lil' shredder Baby gravy really poppin', f*ck you think we ever stopping Backstage filled with moms feelin' like it's not that common Markin' down the moms I've taken down Tour the world Baby's been around And yo mom tryna pound every time we in town If I come splash, be safe don't drown Bad new bitch real thick like Buddah You a lil' shrimp I'm the Big Kahuna You mid we are way cooler (burr) I gave her ruler I am her tutor (tutor) My favorite restaurant of course is Hooter's We actin' nonchalant with some cougars Girl I'm too high, I'm too fly All I know is that there's water on my wrist And water on my bitch Girl I'm too low, f*ck a show Let's get blown and we gonna make it in We're gonna win again You know, in every man life come a time where You gotta think about that Big Mac you been ordering on the regular And start taking a look at that Quarter Pounder See this that Quarter Pounder music Smoke Spark out how? Blunts the size of Lil Bow Wow now (ugh) Now that's a Bow Wow challenge I just want to chow her melons She just wanna watch some Ellen Degenerate, I generate a ton of hate I been a dreamer so I ain't never one to wake I grow herb so with shake I bake a ton of cake Yeah Eyes like Splinter Wrist like winter Sleep at dinner Play it like a winner And I'm God with the dope Robe like a pope High like a toad And I'm drunk at my shows And it shows and they know Paper Squad on the gas and they glow Paper Squad on the gas and they glow We gon' ride 'til the wheels flip the floor |
Who Wrote Gasoline, Pt. 2 By Spark Master Tape?
Matthew Hauri, Alexander Leon Gumuchian, Spark Master Tape
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