GASINMYLUNGS lyrics
by 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 ass, 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 tag - I'm ready
Motherf*cker I'm Riddi*k 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 ass, 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
Hello 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 kill - 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-Killa Crip
Platoon
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