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Gaz the Rapper - Classics Lyrics



Gaz the Rapper - Classics Lyrics




Uh
Gaz
Let's give this a try

Classics, ya I got the classics
Couldn't see me on these raps, even with some glasses
Titties itty bitty but you know she got that ass thick
Shout out to my mamacitas all out in Manassas
Ya I rep Virginia, hope you get to know me
NoVA 703, OG with the homies
Clarendon and D.C. probably where the hoes be
Actin like I'm E.T., tell em all to phone me
I'm not tryna cuff a girl that's lookin like a covergirl
I just wanna love a girl that's with me in this other world
Tell me how you really feel, I ain't tryna hide shit
Half the time that I'm awake I'm feelin like I'm dyin
On some hippy shit I never like to get violent
Once I get my whippy whip I'm bout to let her drive it
Ever been with a rapper girl? You should try it
Strong ass tongue so that kitty never dryin

Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, you bout to get your ass whipped

I make haters trip just like a tab of acid
Eat yourself a strip make the shit everlastin
The only bag you'll touch is the trash and
I'll show your girl the world, motherf*cker I'm Aladdin
Everytime I'm off the dome they tell me that I'm spazzin
Ya I'm smokin gas all you ever do is pass it
Ya I got trippy songs, then I got uplifting songs
If you wanna sing along, that would be fantastic
Classics

Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, you bout to get your ass whipped

Bouta get the bag like I'm DJ Sidereal
Call up jim carrey like yo bro am I real?
Try a bunch of drugs just to see how my mind feels
Blow up underground like a minefield
I seal all of my deals on my own accord
Used to own an accord pops could barely afford
04, four door seen action for sure
Tryna pay that man back so I set up my store
Hop on a plane and pop up in your city bro
Hotter than a hot potato flow
Jalapeno with the sauce, everybody needs Gaz
Girl don't get me in your eye though
All my haters dead on arrival
I'm the main attraction you a side note
Gainin traction everywhere that I go
Got that pussy on high tide bro
I'm motherf*ckin classic
So please stop askin
These bitches on my dick even when that shit be flaccid
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Uh
Gaz
Let's give this a try

Classics, ya I got the classics
Couldn't see me on these raps, even with some glasses
Titties itty bitty but you know she got that ass thick
Shout out to my mamacitas all out in Manassas
Ya I rep Virginia, hope you get to know me
NoVA 703, OG with the homies
Clarendon and D.C. probably where the hoes be
Actin like I'm E.T., tell em all to phone me
I'm not tryna cuff a girl that's lookin like a covergirl
I just wanna love a girl that's with me in this other world
Tell me how you really feel, I ain't tryna hide shit
Half the time that I'm awake I'm feelin like I'm dyin
On some hippy shit I never like to get violent
Once I get my whippy whip I'm bout to let her drive it
Ever been with a rapper girl? You should try it
Strong ass tongue so that kitty never dryin

Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, you bout to get your ass whipped

I make haters trip just like a tab of acid
Eat yourself a strip make the shit everlastin
The only bag you'll touch is the trash and
I'll show your girl the world, motherf*cker I'm Aladdin
Everytime I'm off the dome they tell me that I'm spazzin
Ya I'm smokin gas all you ever do is pass it
Ya I got trippy songs, then I got uplifting songs
If you wanna sing along, that would be fantastic
Classics

Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, ya I got the classics
Uh uh
Classics, you bout to get your ass whipped

Bouta get the bag like I'm DJ Sidereal
Call up jim carrey like yo bro am I real?
Try a bunch of drugs just to see how my mind feels
Blow up underground like a minefield
I seal all of my deals on my own accord
Used to own an accord pops could barely afford
04, four door seen action for sure
Tryna pay that man back so I set up my store
Hop on a plane and pop up in your city bro
Hotter than a hot potato flow
Jalapeno with the sauce, everybody needs Gaz
Girl don't get me in your eye though
All my haters dead on arrival
I'm the main attraction you a side note
Gainin traction everywhere that I go
Got that pussy on high tide bro
I'm motherf*ckin classic
So please stop askin
These bitches on my dick even when that shit be flaccid
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Writer: Michael Galayda
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Gaz the Rapper
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Written by: Michael Galayda

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