(Anyone would know that to feel this wonderful in my heart tonight)
(No, it don't mean time)
(Perhaps it don't mean touched on time)
(Wooo)
Damn, lately, skirting off on every asphalt, I've been working my ass off (Skiers)
Told her to take a lil' hit of this moon rock, now she showing her ass off (Wo-wo-wo)
He done sent a nigga to the gulag, unplugged the game he a asshole
Before you give me my blunt back, lil' bitch, you better just ash though
This lil' freak bitch tried to take my dick and I don't think she asked though
How he shoot that motherf*cker through the front and it came out the back door
How I'm jumping over obstacles, that's threw my way, my calfs sore (On skis)
I'm trying to get to the top dog spot, be the Ab-Soul (Be the top dog)
I done glued these gator patches on, next season I'ma add sew (See what I'm sayin)
Legend jeans, I tax for, done threw up the L's like that's vomit
She done threw up everything she done ate, said she wanna flat stomach (Ugh)
He don't never wanna just ask nothing, that nigga wanna just flap something (Pr-pr)
Tell my lil' hoe I don't ask questions, then I remember like that's something
I ain't never been lazy Ambitious Visions feel like Raven
She ain't never been shady, pop pills like M&M's or something
Slim chances to get away, he was out there with some U.S. Marshalls
Threw a oop to my nigga Snoop, me and 28 blow chronic
We call that nigga Dr. Dre, got pills, you'll think he flew from Compton
Every day I wanna get my bills up, you know I'ma root for Chauncey
All my scammer friends, they all did a salute to Kwame (Wo-wo-wo)
Healthy man, it's ironic lungs getting polluted with broccoli (Wooo)
I don't want my money to fold no more, guess I'm through with origami
I said, bitch, you think you the shit
She said, boo, I'ma porta potty
I know Snoop, nine, Tezzy, C, Skeetch, and God got me
I done put Legend on beanies, jeans, tees, and my body
I'm tryna break the curse and bring the billions in for my family
I'ma take care of your bitch if you ain't around I'm the God daddy
Jay Gremlin - ASPHALT Lyrics
Jay Gremlin - ASPHALT Lyrics
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(Anyone would know that to feel this wonderful in my heart tonight)
(No, it don't mean time)
(Perhaps it don't mean touched on time)
(Wooo)
Damn, lately, skirting off on every asphalt, I've been working my ass off (Skiers)
Told her to take a lil' hit of this moon rock, now she showing her ass off (Wo-wo-wo)
He done sent a nigga to the gulag, unplugged the game he a asshole
Before you give me my blunt back, lil' bitch, you better just ash though
This lil' freak bitch tried to take my dick and I don't think she asked though
How he shoot that motherf*cker through the front and it came out the back door
How I'm jumping over obstacles, that's threw my way, my calfs sore (On skis)
I'm trying to get to the top dog spot, be the Ab-Soul (Be the top dog)
I done glued these gator patches on, next season I'ma add sew (See what I'm sayin)
Legend jeans, I tax for, done threw up the L's like that's vomit
She done threw up everything she done ate, said she wanna flat stomach (Ugh)
He don't never wanna just ask nothing, that nigga wanna just flap something (Pr-pr)
Tell my lil' hoe I don't ask questions, then I remember like that's something
I ain't never been lazy Ambitious Visions feel like Raven
She ain't never been shady, pop pills like M&M's or something
Slim chances to get away, he was out there with some U.S. Marshalls
Threw a oop to my nigga Snoop, me and 28 blow chronic
We call that nigga Dr. Dre, got pills, you'll think he flew from Compton
Every day I wanna get my bills up, you know I'ma root for Chauncey
All my scammer friends, they all did a salute to Kwame (Wo-wo-wo)
Healthy man, it's ironic lungs getting polluted with broccoli (Wooo)
I don't want my money to fold no more, guess I'm through with origami
I said, bitch, you think you the shit
She said, boo, I'ma porta potty
I know Snoop, nine, Tezzy, C, Skeetch, and God got me
I done put Legend on beanies, jeans, tees, and my body
I'm tryna break the curse and bring the billions in for my family
I'ma take care of your bitch if you ain't around I'm the God daddy
(No, it don't mean time)
(Perhaps it don't mean touched on time)
(Wooo)
Damn, lately, skirting off on every asphalt, I've been working my ass off (Skiers)
Told her to take a lil' hit of this moon rock, now she showing her ass off (Wo-wo-wo)
He done sent a nigga to the gulag, unplugged the game he a asshole
Before you give me my blunt back, lil' bitch, you better just ash though
This lil' freak bitch tried to take my dick and I don't think she asked though
How he shoot that motherf*cker through the front and it came out the back door
How I'm jumping over obstacles, that's threw my way, my calfs sore (On skis)
I'm trying to get to the top dog spot, be the Ab-Soul (Be the top dog)
I done glued these gator patches on, next season I'ma add sew (See what I'm sayin)
Legend jeans, I tax for, done threw up the L's like that's vomit
She done threw up everything she done ate, said she wanna flat stomach (Ugh)
He don't never wanna just ask nothing, that nigga wanna just flap something (Pr-pr)
Tell my lil' hoe I don't ask questions, then I remember like that's something
I ain't never been lazy Ambitious Visions feel like Raven
She ain't never been shady, pop pills like M&M's or something
Slim chances to get away, he was out there with some U.S. Marshalls
Threw a oop to my nigga Snoop, me and 28 blow chronic
We call that nigga Dr. Dre, got pills, you'll think he flew from Compton
Every day I wanna get my bills up, you know I'ma root for Chauncey
All my scammer friends, they all did a salute to Kwame (Wo-wo-wo)
Healthy man, it's ironic lungs getting polluted with broccoli (Wooo)
I don't want my money to fold no more, guess I'm through with origami
I said, bitch, you think you the shit
She said, boo, I'ma porta potty
I know Snoop, nine, Tezzy, C, Skeetch, and God got me
I done put Legend on beanies, jeans, tees, and my body
I'm tryna break the curse and bring the billions in for my family
I'ma take care of your bitch if you ain't around I'm the God daddy
Writer: Jay Gremlin
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