Gone In 60 Seconds lyrics

[Intro]
I do what I–, I do what I–, I do what I–
I do what I got to do, yeah, I'm an as*h*le
Lost Star Radio, little b*tch

[Verse]
I do what I got to do, yeah, I'm an as*h*le
Telling me your life story, but I ain't ask though
Like the Houston Astros, I'm finna blast off
I been waiting to get high all day, I'm finna blast off
This b*tch, she be lying to me, I know she ain't love me
Think this sh*t is funny, b*tches come around when I get money
Hoes used to call me nice and funny
b*tch, I ain't nice, I can tell a joke though
Playing with a b*tch heart like a console
I'ma use my thumb, stuff a b*tch as*h*le
Militant, running sh*t, Fidel Castro
Hit the mystery box, I'm getting strapped
I got the blick in my hand, I'm John Wick'd up
I'm feeling cranky today, so come step up
This gas be keeping me grounded just like a push up
It's a big body whip every time I push up
I was scheming on your b*tch for the blowjob
I'ma fill up all her holes, treat the b*tch like SpongeBob

[Outro]
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