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Gabriel Lynk
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Lynk
Songwriter
Dario Lanzellotti
Composer
Lyrics
18
Bitches you should really brush your teeth shit be foul ****
Andale andale
Cause I ain’t even playing yeah
Yeah I’m only 18
And I’m doing my own thing
I don’t care what you say and
I’m doin good babe
Fell upon this beat
Got me thinking zoovie
But you’ll know that it’s me
I dont give a fuck
This ain’t my thing you know but
E le ga know my true desire
E le ga know what brings me higher
Just gimme dem money, this girl on fire
Slapped a bitch with my butt, can't deal with this Ryan
I juju on that beat then bruck it down,
Goddam she's a freak she could turn you on
These extentions ain't cheap, whiteassbitches be gone
I ain't trynna look like you
Wait a sec cause I ain’t done
Holl up!
Twerking it, working it, doing it, gettin it, really like:
Fuck it up!! Why wont you!?
I don't give a fuck, got to much of this time to be sittin’ here lying
DAMN!
Every time I go and get it people always hate it
Mad you ain't never gonna get it
Cause u lame bro!
Bitch u think u wit it
But u gotta admit it
Jealous that you never gonna make it
Call me ne-gro
Your Italian your boring
Your ass got me snoring
Don't care for your story
Whoo!!
I aint Even rap
But this pussy **** traps
Show these bitches now who's next,
This sick puppy on the track
Try to be here like alyssa
But your more like bye felisha
You should really call the preacher
They're some lessons he could teach ya!
Whoa!
Where's the preacher??!
Bitch in the game, here to play
So pack your things
Though, 16 ways you can drain
Fleein’ insane yo
I am here to stay
Fuck your name
It's Gabriel Lynk on this beat baby
I'm here to ride upon this groove
Just fucked it up
Bitch soaring whuu!
Just lit that joint that gotcha uuh!
Yeah!
Ok, but this girl right here barsexual,
This one say she bisexual
Hold on wait what?! Why you trippin' G?
Hold on wait what?! What you smoking, weed?
Yeah I’m smoking weed, as a matter of fact you know what?
I'm composing G!
And if it ain't about a dollar I ain't roll with thee
And I ain't even know why the fuck you talking to me!? Uh!
Your italian, your boring
Your ass got me snoring
Don't care for your story
Ciao ciao, per favore! Whoah!
Bitch this is the part when I win
Baby you're just mad you ain't got it
Baby I'm the shit, I'm flawless baby eh!
Guardate guardate! Carmate!
Your world is crumbling
Bitch you might just be a dumb dumb then
Andale andale, carmate!
Mad at your grumbling
While you be combing le bambole!
Hey, hey!
Bitch in the game, here to play
So pack your things
Though, 16 ways you can drain
Fleein’ insane yo
I am here to stay
Fuck your name
It's Gabriel Lynk on this beat baby
I'm here to ride upon this groove
Just fucked it up
Bitch soaring whuu!
Just lit that joint that gotcha uuh!
(Just lit that joint that gotcha uuh!)
(Just lit that joint that gotcha uuh!)
Packed my shit from Rome to NYC,
On the run, ****!
Written by: Dario Lanzellotti, Gabriel Lynk