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letra de gas money - rel mccoy

[chorus 1]
don’t know you better ask somebody
on my 1 -2 test wrecking these crash dummies
keep it rolling fear and loathing this is bat country
gimme that gas money

[verse 1]
if every man for him self saying die or eat, i’m a beast
stepping out the jungle, crown on my head, lion in my teeth
lancecape heavy handed, he supplying the beats
there ain’t no better way to go it’s like, dying in your sleep
weigh the words of keyboard warriors dirt cheap
most are light in the -ss like miley working out her twerk week
public disses turn private apology
join the crowd and encore, you wanna clap on me
you.. try usurping the highest t-tle i ain’t no earthly idol
fans just dig me more.. you dug-less, like kirk and michael
i pack the club like night stick no police protection
connecting with full bars, when others getting no reception
okay.. a modic-m’ll flock to em
holy rollers judge a lyricist, i say hypocrites the lot of em
kick my feet up on they empire, treat em like an ottoman
spring to autumn i’m on top of em, call me john snow
winters coming, i thought oughta caution em
even though 7 thrones i gotta topple em and over throw
set up shop they talking closed for renovations
i’m good, like tiger woods i got a open invitation

[chorus 2]
collect my bare minimum, i don’t har-ss honeys
sweet as a panda treat, cooler than these br-ss monkeys
they paying for it, no fronting for these rap junkies
ain’t cash hungry this is gas money

[verse 2]
the average man needs 7 hours rest at least
i broke it down to 5 with one eye open i don’t sleep
not what they claim to be, carnivores retreat
biters turn vegetarian waving white flags for green peace
advice for those who think they dimes lining up to touch me
get 8 hours of beauty sleep, 9 if you’re ugly
financially no lock and key, out my safe zone
cause now i ask for mic cheques, and calculate my take home
at 10 bucks a pop, get it call it a super cop
i make best buy rappers a thing of the past, future shop
and they can stew in it, there’s some food for thought
washed back a booster juice, step to me get you some booster socks
you off the beaten path trampling the daffodils
slingshot armchair rapper should have packed a galil
lap it up when my chemical spill
label me rude, but like baby food, you lacking appeal
too saucy with your unfruitful babble talk nah, you not for real
i’m in it to administer skill
the skrillas only for my tank to fill, get the message like apple watch
you an accessory, really just an after thought
i ain’t the mac to feed off, you floppy with your micro soft
kill the nerd rap engine, turn your google off..
emcee cop’ll take a plain clothes fist
i’m like kim jong un, i mean i take no sh-t

[chorus 3]
balancing acts fall face flat, they that clumsy
heavy as a halo drop, snap the bungie
skinny dude i just rap chunky and stay hungry
you pull a fast one, i’m relaxed gimme that gas money

- rel mccoy

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