Shots
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
We can knuckle up, any time, any place
If you fuck around you might get shots to your face, It's the
the Don dada of the all mighty dolla
Stay faded all day, give a fuck about tomorrow
Girl I'm beastin', feasting for that fat ass and two bee stings
I never could play the Violin cuz I stay popping of g-strings
Kill 'em dead with that body, I got a sixth sense I see things
Need more shots of Bacardi, keep whining on me, Riesling
Money all in my pocket
Check the fresh but don't jock it
She grab the tool and she cocked it
It go harden like the rockets
Club going crazy
Got ragers out here poppin'
Naggas out here mobbin'
Asses out here droppin'
Yea thats ill boy, spending all of these bills boy
Buffalo cuz all these hoes you try to nail we drill boy
Gush Mob, you knew it, we stay super smashed on that fluid
Don't worry bout what your man won't do baby girl i'll do it
Smit Bruhs got the beat locked
Bad hoes got the meat rocked
Flow so damn sick I nearly caught it twice, Chicken Pox
Gush Mob the fan, we stay grinding we ain't gon' never stop
Started from the bottom, ride that elevator to the top like
Would you believe if I said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
Up here it's its only you and I
Would you believe if i said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
(wheres my choco milk)
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
It's Gush Mob in the building you already know
We shoe up to the spot with nothing but the finest hoes
VIP, popping bottles, thats the only way to goes
PentHouse always straight mobbin', never riding solo though
In the studio putting work
At the club making bitches twerk
Me and Black.I.E. getting faded
Getting the club turned up berserk
Couple stacks in my right hand
Making it rain till they kick us out
Ain't about that child's play
That real shits what we about
Bitches sweating that nigga Phame
Fuck playing I beat the game
Drill your girl so hard she got that major pain, Damon Wayans
Waist deep in that fat ass, I'm going in at my own risk
All up in her deep end, I need depends cuz I'm the shit
Shots to the face, get your ass on the floor
Bend that thing over and touch your toes
Gush Mob, Smit Bruhs, in the magic city
Super smashing, all the hoes
We don't stay, we just gas and go
I rip and dip to the next shone
Don't need my number, don't call my phone
Cuz all you'll get is a dial tone
it's getting late, i'll take you home
You give me head, i'll make you moan
Shaking her ass like its carnival
Girl you making my mind blown
Scream so load let your neighbors know
Pull the curtains, start the show
Grabbing on to her bunda, while she's holding on to my tudo bom
Would you believe if I said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
Up here it's its only you and I
Would you believe if i said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
(wheres my choco milk)
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
(Super Smash Bruhs going in right now)
(You look tired baby, I think you need to sit on my face)
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
We can knuckle up, any time, any place
If you fuck around you might get shots to your face, It's the
the Don dada of the all mighty dolla
Stay faded all day, give a fuck about tomorrow
Girl I'm beastin', feasting for that fat ass and two bee stings
I never could play the Violin cuz I stay popping of g-strings
Kill 'em dead with that body, I got a sixth sense I see things
Need more shots of Bacardi, keep whining on me, Riesling
Money all in my pocket
Check the fresh but don't jock it
She grab the tool and she cocked it
It go harden like the rockets
Club going crazy
Got ragers out here poppin'
Naggas out here mobbin'
Asses out here droppin'
Yea thats ill boy, spending all of these bills boy
Buffalo cuz all these hoes you try to nail we drill boy
Gush Mob, you knew it, we stay super smashed on that fluid
Don't worry bout what your man won't do baby girl i'll do it
Smit Bruhs got the beat locked
Bad hoes got the meat rocked
Flow so damn sick I nearly caught it twice, Chicken Pox
Gush Mob the fan, we stay grinding we ain't gon' never stop
Started from the bottom, ride that elevator to the top like
Would you believe if I said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
Up here it's its only you and I
Would you believe if i said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
(wheres my choco milk)
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
It's Gush Mob in the building you already know
We shoe up to the spot with nothing but the finest hoes
VIP, popping bottles, thats the only way to goes
PentHouse always straight mobbin', never riding solo though
In the studio putting work
At the club making bitches twerk
Me and Black.I.E. getting faded
Getting the club turned up berserk
Couple stacks in my right hand
Making it rain till they kick us out
Ain't about that child's play
That real shits what we about
Bitches sweating that nigga Phame
Fuck playing I beat the game
Drill your girl so hard she got that major pain, Damon Wayans
Waist deep in that fat ass, I'm going in at my own risk
All up in her deep end, I need depends cuz I'm the shit
Shots to the face, get your ass on the floor
Bend that thing over and touch your toes
Gush Mob, Smit Bruhs, in the magic city
Super smashing, all the hoes
We don't stay, we just gas and go
I rip and dip to the next shone
Don't need my number, don't call my phone
Cuz all you'll get is a dial tone
it's getting late, i'll take you home
You give me head, i'll make you moan
Shaking her ass like its carnival
Girl you making my mind blown
Scream so load let your neighbors know
Pull the curtains, start the show
Grabbing on to her bunda, while she's holding on to my tudo bom
Would you believe if I said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
Up here it's its only you and I
Would you believe if i said i could fly
So high I could touch the sky
(wheres my choco milk)
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
Shots to the face, get that ass on the floor
Shots Shots to the face, get that ass on the, on the floor
(Super Smash Bruhs going in right now)
(You look tired baby, I think you need to sit on my face)
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Chen, Gerardo Torres, Joshua Nissim Smithwong, Carolina Salinas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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