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letra de sir - ripsi winelover

[verse 1: ripsi winelover]
hit em so hard skin and bone start to merge
yes sir, shoulda stayed your ass in church
b-tches say i’m loco
“scuse me sir, do you know?”
pacific of mine, sir’, uh.. dismissed
i’m ready to hit ’em with this gift
so sir, please except my
apology ’cause i’m hurt
i hit you from rewind it’d
be hard to move forward
that’s that young sir rapper
that’s what rains for
yes sir on the track i float
wardrobe from round the globe
not concerned with most rappers me i’m a queen
excuse me sir, are we done, gotta go running
rozay told me keep on working
shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever
i likе to communicate my movement
to gracе, no prayers for you, sir

[chorus: trinidad cartel]
on the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
f-ckin’ hoes, sir, f-ckin’ hoes, sir
ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
dirty fanta, sir, dirty fanta, sir
hot atlanta, sir, hot atlanta, sir
c-ckin’ hammers, sir, c-ckin’ hammers, sir
‘scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
[verse 2: rich $tunna]
i don’t play, i’ll get your ass to crash
i’ll spray your face with massive tanks of gas
i need me an engine that go real
fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass
catch you up on places i’ve been
of the nearest gas station
if it’s wet enough i might just need a wine glass
but anyway, , cause i’m low on gas//
baby, you got that super bass
got my foot on the gas
o -line down my throat
fast! like im pumpin gas!
but i let off everything i have
strumming my pain with his fingers
smoking sticky fixtures
i can barely wipe my ass
it’s too turned going up like gas
she’s the third this week
and i haven’t stopped for gas
so while she up in vip
pourin’ merlot in the glass

[chorus: trinidad cartel]
on the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
f-ckin’ hoes, sir, f-ckin’ hoes, sir
ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
dirty fanta, sir, dirty fanta, sir
hot atlanta, sir, hot atlanta, sir
c-ckin’ hammers, sir, c-ckin’ hammers, sir
‘scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
[verse 3: haitian doll]
but he push them whites in
the hood like ray edmond was there
gas ’em like a rental, when i
take off, tell the b-tch take care
and i got that drive and she just might crash
she’s the third this week
and i haven’t stopped for gas
unless your ‘skin’s winning
then i do it just to f-cking boast
cause i run up in them
and i make their cats meow
swerve never stay alive
foot ain’t on gas right now
now me, tony, g, and tre
got the keys to the nation
wandering pondering
how far till the next gas station
make him inhale the gas fumes
still got my nike boots
i just roll a joint inside my house
light up and pass out on
stoned right on my couch
after her mental adventure
from the gas smoke out the pouch
if you feel it, it must be real just
through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled
[chorus: trinidad cartel]
on the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
f-ckin’ hoes, sir, f-ckin’ hoes, sir
ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
dirty fanta, sir, dirty fanta, sir
hot atlanta, sir, hot atlanta, sir
c-ckin’ hammers, sir, c-ckin’ hammers, sir
‘scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

[bridge: ripsi winelover]
new bae, i’m his dirty dancer
i said i wouldn’t, but i took a chance, sir
ride him like a sled, dasher, prancer
i bust it open for him out in cannes, sir
if i don’t ball, sir, i’ll have a drought, sir
them bum b-tches ain’t allowed, sir

[outro: ripsi winelover]
new bae, i’m his dirty dancer
i said i wouldn’t, but i took a chance, sir
ride him like a sled, dasher, prancer
i bust it open for him out in cannes, sir
if i don’t ball, sir, i’ll have a drought, sir
them bum b-tches ain’t allowed, sir

- ripsi winelover

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