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letra de gasinmylungs - spark master tape

“father search my soul, take away my fear and doubts
any smallness that you find there, father cast it out
in jesus name i pray”

gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh

(what motherf-cker want the mac)
gas gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, ga,s gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh

cause i ain’t smoking to get high uh
i’m smoking to get by
and i’mma smoke ’til i’m normal
b-tch i smoke cause i’m a stoner

i been smoking for like a hundred years
i ain’t ever plan to stop
everybody in my gang bust shots
and we toke gas ’till i broke -ss, forget it
wake up in the morning want hash – i get it
wake up in the morning want gas – i get it
stay up with a mac like [?] and [?]
motherf-cker i’m ridd-ck with a red eye

b-tch motherf-cking ask yourself
in a foreign whip, race seatbelts
blunt be bigger than an 80’s cell
catch me cap pilling drug dealing
stealing cash f-ck you hiding out
we see yo -ss, find you like we selling cats

sh-t i don’t even know man, i’m too stoned for this sh-t

gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh

(what motherf-cker want the mac)
gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh (paper platoon)

cause i ain’t smoking to get high uh
i’m smoking to get by
and i’mma smoke ’til i’m normal
surprise motherf-cker

you don’t like my sh-t i don’t like you
f-ck yo’ self and go listen to wiz
i’mma make stacks and handle my biz
follow your trends, follow your girl
while i f-ck the world
(follow yo’ girl while i f-ck the world)
follow your world and i f-ck the world again
(then i f-ck yo girl again like)
uuuhhh, you don’t want to want a marijuana
smoking mothaf-cka’ that’ll run up on yo’ kids
put a pipe bowl in yo b-tch
borrow your life like that’s our sh-t
f-ck all these cops tryna halt my bricks
(last week when this sh-t got deep)
add to the rap sheet blood on my clique
cause what happen when a pig run-up on a picnik
oink

we have multiple suspects here
h-llo motherf-cker
drop your weapon
-blam-

gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh

(what motherf-cker want the mac)
gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
i been smoking, uh uh (platoon)

the goal is destruction, pure and simple
your mind must be tuned to a new pitch
to go after your enemy all out – no holds barred
to hurt, to cripple, to k!ll – this is war

and now the walls is watching
alone my saddle is scheming
paranoid, am i dreaming
my squad look like demons
spark
shots from the bottle can’t stop now
with a vision of my grave
nightmares of my victims
and they say my name
(joker laugh)
uuhhh i’m coming for your throat
platoon
shoutout to j-k!lla crip
platoon
shoutout to

- spark master tape

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