Paroles de la chanson Mothership par Gnar

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Paroles de la chanson Mothership par Gnar

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Tesla roadster
Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
100 bands won't fold

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a Tesla roadster
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe

Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude

I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

I might die for this, really believe it's my time for this
Not from earth, some other shit, waitin' on my mothership
I'm the man now, yeah I got some bands now
Never had no handouts
You can have my whole town
Suck the gang dick cause she think we famous
People sayin' I made it
Only thing that changed is, changin' whips

Gnar and his lastest shit
Stainless guwop, my loaded shit
Won't ever catch me in a whip
Unless I'm paid to be there
Shittin' on you on you nigga
Gnarlysick is diarrhea
Brought a rari to the hood
To let the homie drive it
Chopper samurai it
I would never lose it
Momma raised a fighter
Bring the gas out
I'ma need a lighter

I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you
I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude
100 bands and you gotta hit the next dude

Hop in the coupe, it's loaded
Yes, ah it's a tesla roadster
I got a roli, plain jane
I might flood the whole face
Sip the tec, yeah for my anxiety
Gnarcotic gang, yeah the fam, yeah that's what I bleed
Guns out, run down all my enemies
Say you love me, don't believe me need to see some things
And I see some things, that you won't believe
Gang with me bring the beef, just like Applebee's
Hit the boof, cuttin' loof feel like therapy
Fake friends switched up, I won't bless you
Gold digger ho, want some bands try the next dude

I won't bless you, nah, I won't bless you

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