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gallo - no permission (wiz khalifa remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
been a week straight and i ain’t slept right
fiddle with the tunes at a red light
and when it turn green go to third speaks
when i’m hitting make you feeling like ten kites
just days ago i was on the road
had the team and i a rocking shows
good dayz like the episodes
soon merch coming in from the envelopes
uh
cuz my day job is they dream life
chose the path that leave ’em all sick
something like the feelling of a flea bite
confirmation’s my john handc-ck
too beastly, i’m the dog in sandlot
in the street yelling out murder
murder, sh-t well come to jam rock

[chorus]
hotel lobby drinking honey gin, been straight
and the only luggage with me is the clothes i’m in today
i been working heavy, thinking that i probably go insane
then remember i’m a boss and i’m out here piling up some cake

[verse 2]
uh, but the money never been my motive
if you’ve seen where i live, you know this
so when they hit me with the “you should do this thing” i say i’m never gonna follow your quotas
hold up, uh
look at me build
everything’s real, i can never be still
moving around, still feature a thousand, i still way too far from a deal
examine the bottles i k!ll
check out the checks so the dinner’s on me in three hunned when buying a meal
i kiss what i see in the mirror
karate chop all of my fears
no wonder i’m here
and i’m doing sh-t
grab a spot where the groupies sit
what i got is given, a gift from the heavens
you best start by getting some tutoring
that’s groovy sh-t
they ask how i’m doing i say “truly dope”
waking up, rhyming, and trying on clothes
they waking up sad, complaining to hoes
saying they never feel happy alone
woah
skip sound check and go straight live
count dough til that 8 5
too busy and you called her ’bout eight times
laid back, homie and you wack, homie
i run train like track, homie
just hit a million at 19
it’s funny how every part of that fact, homie
godd-mn (godd-mn!)
everything a part of my plan
you kicking the written, don’t rhyme less you drinking
you winning, that rappers got nothing but spam
(nothing but spam, nothing but spam)
you winning, that rappers got nothing but spam
i got merch coming, that tour booking
raw flows like pork cooking
if i’m not dope and my tracks weak
then explain to me why you be still looking
i see the stacks and my accolades
maserati my time machine
punching keys, tryna calculate
where i go, my team ride with me

[outro]
h-h-hotel lobby drinking honey gin, been straight
and the only luggage with me is the clothes i’m in today
i been working heavy, thinking that i probably go insane
then remember i’m a boss and i’m out here piling up some cake
cake, cake, cake

- gallo lyrics

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