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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Savage Ga$p
Savage Ga$p
Performer
8Percent
8Percent
Performer
Astrus*
Astrus*
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooklyn Isley Rhoads
Brooklyn Isley Rhoads
Songwriter
Gaspare Magaddino
Gaspare Magaddino
Songwriter
Jacob Caldera
Jacob Caldera
Songwriter
Marvin Jordan
Marvin Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dustin Cavazos
Dustin Cavazos
Producer
marvy ayy
marvy ayy
Producer

Lyrics

What's that? You're not gonna stream Savage Ga$p? Wow, don't you know he has a neck tattoo?) (M-m-m-Marvy) (ayy) Okay, promiscuous girl, you know I really want you Slide through, in the night time, what you gon' do? Baby, you my lifeline, you my lil' boo And all I really need is for you to come through Right now, got my foot on the pedal Triple digits on the dash, fly as the devil I am not average, I do not settle If you want smoke, it get hot like a kettle Quick, hoe, hop-off these nuts Blitz in his spot, got his ass in a rush I'm too pretty, don't touch Mad 'cause I'm up, but you still in a dump, so what? I got sold-out shows New day, new city, new fresh-ass clothes Everything I touch turn into gold Quit trying to act friendly, you is not my bro, okay Uh, look, uh, this one for the girls Nails done, hеr hair done, fresh with the curls Told mе that she dropped out of school, but I know When it come to the head, she the best in the world Like, baby, can you put it on me right quick? Not a dancer, but she do the dance on the dick Say you got free time, turn it into me time I'ma get a flight, then I land in the shit Like, damn, how you look so bad? Opps gon' hate, but they goin' out sad I made about a million dollars just this year Got a plaque on my wall and some racks in my pants Like good coke, white wine, pull up in the night time Bring your best friend 'cause I love her too Knew you had to leave in the morn' So I text you, "I'm drunk and I miss you too" Ayy, big bands fallin' out my pocket Three, four hundred fits all up in my closet Yeah, you say shit, but you ain't really talkin' You can leave me, baby girl, I got options Like, hold up, wait, I can take her with a like Two white girls in my room snortin' lines Got my shades on, I don't wanna see lights Sold out show, baby, this is my life Man, how you 20 with a crib like that? Man, how you 20 with a bitch like that? Man, how you 20 makin' hits like that? And if you really wanna check, you can check the stats, bitch Okay, promiscuous girl, you know I really want you Slide through, in the night time, what you gon' do? Baby, you my lifeline, you my lil' boo And all I really need is for you to come through Right now, got my foot on the pedal Triple digits on the dash, fly as the devil I am not average, I do not settle If you want smoke, it get hot like a kettle Like, hello, how you doin'? I saw you all alone and you look so fine And my name's Ga$p, girl, what's your name? That's cute, but I'ma just call you mine Uh, look, why you chillin' all alone? Everybody know you the baddest in the room And I'ma be in town for the night, but I promise That even when I'm gone, you can kiss me through the phone Look, and I would give it all to you Moon and the stars and the world for you Uber to your crib in Houston, Texas And fuck you slow, that's chopped and screwed Look, with the bros in the club I'ma have to tell 'em that I'll see 'em all tomorrow We can fall in love if it's just for the night I'ma kiss you goodbye when I leave in the morn Okay, promiscuous girl, you know I really want you Slide through, in the night time, what you gon' do? Baby, you my lifeline, you my lil' boo And all I really need is for you to come through Right now, got my foot on the pedal Triple digits on the dash, fly as the devil I am not average, I do not settle If you want smoke, it get hot like a kettle (Ayy)
Writer(s): Brooklyn Isley Rhoads, Marvin R Jordan, Jacob Caldera, Gaspare Iv Magaddino Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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