Elcamino - Gas Stove lyrics
[Elcamino - Gas Stove lyrics]
Where we at? Right by Libra? Churches? Okay!
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I was trapping like a fool, me and FF Fool
Kept that fucking tool, didn't go to school
I was trapping like a bitch
I sold a lot of bricks i hit a lot of licks
I really don't give a shit
'Bout a pussy ass nigga, a pussy ass ho
Yo yo i'm baggin' up with Satin up
We all rich, cuban link on lit
Bitches on my dick
Rollie case, you know we holdin' sticks
Send many shots as you want
Just make sure you hit
Drive-bys in stolen whips, loaded clips fit's
My shooter throw 'em like the old Vick
He take your life and tell you hold this
Stove lit, chrome shit open up your face
And let you hold six put up the bag
But all he wanted was his nose fixed
You see me in the Benz, that's my old whip
We millionaires that's why we roll thick
Court-side with a bad bitch sippin'
D'usse on some Hov shit i was on D-Block
Now I'm on some all over the globe shit
We on the road with the whole clique
Out in Cali got bitches that I can go hit
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
Yo yo i'ma be rich long as the stove click
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
I clean your brains off my shoe
With the tissue you wipe your nose with
Had meetings with bosses, we on our own shit
When I speak you be talking
So you don't know shit
You ain't a boss when you owe shit
You a bum and a homie shoulda
Never let you hold shit
Gold wrist I'm lit, I keep a cold bitch
I never love them though
Cause you know how these hoes get
Yo Poppin my shit
You probably seen me on the Forbes list
I'm in a foreign you never
Know what hoe I'm with
Thousand doller jeans I had the forty in
The police on my ass here we go again
I used to walk 'round
That corner right on Flintwood
Pack your bag shorty with a
100 pounds of good
I was trapping like a fool, me and FF Fool
Kept that fucking tool, didn't go to school
I was trapping like a bitch
I sold a lot of bricks i hit a lot of licks
I really don't give a shit
'Bout a pussy ass nigga, a pussy ass ho
Yo yo i'm baggin' up with Satin up
We all rich, cuban link on lit
Bitches on my dick
Rollie case, you know we holdin' sticks
Send many shots as you want
Just make sure you hit
Drive-bys in stolen whips, loaded clips fit's
My shooter throw 'em like the old Vick
He take your life and tell you hold this
Stove lit, chrome shit open up your face
And let you hold six put up the bag
But all he wanted was his nose fixed
You see me in the Benz, that's my old whip
We millionaires that's why we roll thick
Court-side with a bad bitch sippin'
D'usse on some Hov shit i was on D-Block
Now I'm on some all over the globe shit
We on the road with the whole clique
Out in Cali got bitches that I can go hit
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
Yo yo i'ma be rich long as the stove click
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
I'ma be rich long as the stove click
I clean your brains off my shoe
With the tissue you wipe your nose with
Had meetings with bosses, we on our own shit
When I speak you be talking
So you don't know shit
You ain't a boss when you owe shit
You a bum and a homie shoulda
Never let you hold shit
Gold wrist I'm lit, I keep a cold bitch
I never love them though
Cause you know how these hoes get
Yo Poppin my shit
You probably seen me on the Forbes list
I'm in a foreign you never
Know what hoe I'm with
Thousand doller jeans I had the forty in
The police on my ass here we go again