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Landspeed
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Landspeed
Songwriter
Brian Bright
Composer
Will Romanill
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Lyrics
LANDSPEED
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
When I'm pressing on the gas shawty press my nerves
When I leave her in the dust for she do deserve
Then we pull up to the place that was don't disturb
She a hoe, but I lust for her figure
Yes sir, shawty drop it in the mile a boat
I know she go for the night and more
It's on like a light, then off to the morning
Golden sight when I watch her throat (ayy, ayy)
Fuckboy let me paint a picture
On sight when I pull up in the sprinter
Devil glare, high beams make you shiver
Need to white with the neon glitter
Stand by me I'll show you how we differ
Like a phoenix when I'm ripping by the river
You get a cup, and I'll deliver
A piece of the pie but it's only a sliver
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Rocking forces, oh so clean
Fuck with me I'll make 'em bleed
Bleed, he a fucking fiend
No I in team, but there's M E
Where the money at?
Excite me
Where the money at, it better be beside me
Where my honey at?
She don't like me
Fuck that, gold teeth cold ice cream
Shawty I don't play those games that you throwing my way
Bring that ass my way, baby make my day
But I never play them games that you always wanna play
So I keep it moving straight, making moves getting paid
I'm gonna have a couple bands on me (fuck it up, fuck it up!)
I'm gonna be riding in a Benz on me (fuck it up, fuck it up!)
I swear that hoe don't know me, shawty she don't know me
Press the gas then the whistles get to blow
Get your swag on baby, you know you could get your money right
Hanging out with me, you gone be working till the sunlight
Brian coming up, know you like 'what the fuck' right?
That's what's up when you working till the sunlight
On get it on, findin' time to get it on, ayy
On bring it on, bring your momma on some gold, ayy
On get it on, findin' time to move along
Lil baby bring it on, gotta leave you in the morn, ayy
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh my gun go bang, bang
Oh, imma fuck it up, bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
Who gonna fuck it up? Bang, bang
Oh, my gun go bang, bang
(That's yo shit, baby run yo shit, ay)
(That's yo bitch, but she love my shit)
(That's yo shit, baby run yo shit, ay)
(That's yo bitch, but she love my shit)
(That's yo shit, baby run yo shit, ay)
(That's yo bitch, but she love my shit)
(That's yo shit, baby run yo shit, ay)
(That's yo bitch, but she love my shit)
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