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ryan gillings - fire squad lyrics

where my food at? where my food at?
got your b-tch on my d-ck yeah i do that
eat it up like some fruit snacks
spit my views on some new tracks
you dudes slack
held the city on my back
yelling real city where you at
pockets fat yeah i want all of that
pull up in a foreign whip, not f-cking with a boring b-tch. maybe some models me and my team going full throttle. popping bottles on the weekend or weekdays
she came over from the east end for me to play
with her puunani copped an all gold ferrari
play my album back on atari
it will still sound great, turn my music to a soundscape

connect with my team spiritually
even if they’re not here with me
it took me years to be, where i am now
so i can vow, that i won’t throw it all away
even if the worlds just a ball of grey
man it’s hard to say, if things will change soon
got a gaze that can break the moon
i live in a big house but i still get doubts
there’s certain things i can’t be without
i wanna scream and shout
but there’s no need to pout
the teams been reaching out
i know they got my back now
can’t back down, i’ve moved past the frowns
used to be that cl-ss clown
only in this game to astound
so as long as i’m around, expect dope lines
cause this flows mine
travel back in time
just to master rhymes
simple task, rock a jason mask
with a drink in my flask
so evil, scratch that i’m so peaceful
the lines blurred, flip flop around with my words
it’s like i squished your face into five t-rds
nasty, the way they’re coming at me
you’ve got a knat’s d-ck, i’m sorta like a maverick
yeah i’m that sick. take a sip of a drink with that kick
if you see me feel free to snap a pic
it’ll be worth a million dollars
if you’re a hater just don’t holler
i’m a fast talker
mind boggler smoking on some skywalker
imagine if i was sober
it would instantly be over
once the track starts, i’m that bart
simpson, with my whip it’s so crimson
catch me at the tipton
i’m dipped in, the finest clothes
got yo b-tch in the finest pose
i’m gettin head in the back of an uber car
i opened the door and threw that b-tch super far
chicks say this dudes from mars cause i’ve got stupid bars
driving foreign cars
cruise in a mercedes benz with lady friends
and i hate these trends
so i try to make my own
feel like i’ve grown
chicks only want the bone
it’s been set in stone
like getting robbed when home alone
mccolly culkin, i’m not sulking

you’re sipping battery acid
i’m that kid who’s bat sh-t crazy they pay me
to write raps so don’t fight back
i might slap, your brother
if he tries to step to me or other
neighbor gang members, it’s the end of december i’m jotting down raps that are clever
with a lot of detail. you’re weak and ya fail
at everything you try to do
i’m writing haikus. can’t step to my moves
i’m too swift like taylor
i’ll f-ck her then pay her
for her music. who’s this?
crack a f-cking broomstick
over this dude’s t-ts. so he gets splinters
i’m worth more than six figures
and i just get bigger
as time goes, got some fine hoes
i’m not worried about my woes

- ryan gillings lyrics

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