jay fre$co (rap) – foot on the gas lyrics
intro:
snake
fre$co
oooo
go to the moon ay what
go to the moon
ya ok
hook:
foot on the gas
movin too fast
i gotta slow down
(hey)
weather is changing
driving at night
its gettin cold now
(its gettin cold)
goto the moon
leaving earth soon
foot the gas
i gotta blast
im with the stars like dak
she lookin at me like a snack
x2
verse:
goto the moon
i get farther from earth
n-ggas be hating
bc i did first
they plot and they lurk
im captain like kirk
don’t roll with the scrubs
me and mo
used to be jd and turk
she thinking that i’m the worst
top down sh-t
im gon tho
can’t find the boi
like john doe
box wet need poncho
9s on me like rondo
white flows
macklemore
open field
tackle more
mo f-ck a milf
like demi moore
she hit em nudes
he like send me more
used rock trash sweaters
legend like julius pepper
wifi gotta tether
whippin them potts like pepper
tony stark
road head
i can barely park
i was so lost
no one help me
i wasn’t healthy
now i got the bags
look at the past
and i just laugh
look at the stacks
im bathing in bands
big money
janet yellen
leavin blind like h-llen keller
take a shortcut like ellen
hey came up off a wave
now i turn the page
goto jupiter
share the coupe with her
go to jupiter
going stupider
hook:
foot on the gas
movin too fast
i gotta slow down
(hey)
weather is changing
driving at night
its gettin cold now
(its gettin cold)
goto the moon
leaving earth soon
foot the gas
i gotta blast
im with the stars like dak
she lookin at me like a snack
x2
verse 2:
bigs sacks
like jj
thursday so its pay day
pipe it up like ray j
pipe in her in like kk
purple paper
cauley stein
real n-gga i got all of mine
n-ggas mimes dont speak
u salt bae
like a meme
sneak dissing u snake
n-ggas leaves
need rakes
fall baby
turning 23
multiply like theres 10 of me
hope the lord dont send for me
i ain’t done still having fun
son of gun
big pipe
no lil pump
movado on my wrist
gene simmons
give her a kiss
chill pill
told her stop with xans
linked up with mo
and we started a band
he straight from the sand
she said she wanna f-ck
banging like pans
deenyo hit me
he got plans
she suckin me off
just like a tic
she wanna ride round
take pics
f-ck round with my clique
get my new sh-t mixed
i look like a l!ck
i just hit up nick
we came up from jits
hey what
we came up from its
hook:
foot on the gas
movin too fast
i gotta slow down
(hey)
weather is changing
driving at night
its gettin cold now
(its gettin cold)
goto the moon
leaving earth soon
foot the gas
i gotta blast
im with the stars like dak
she lookin at me like a snack
x2
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