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What She Want Video (MV)




Performed By: Gun$moke
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Garrett Anderson




Gun$moke - What She Want Lyrics
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Ayo - Im smoking out the competition still in first gear
Pushing coupes with the roof missing since my birth year
Done passed, flicking ash, on designer you ain't never had in your life
I misplaced more passports than you done took flights
Me n her aint locked I ask where she want this to go so i can book flights
Shoot everything i tote , they shit just look nice
My bitch solidified in the mind its plus she look nice
Its Gun$moke gun on me, f*ck i look like if its otherwise
If you don't want no real nigga go F*ck with them other guys
She got me in a trance pisces with the puppy eyes
She making eye contact tryna connect with my soul
I avoid physical contact cuz this aint what she wanttt
We in the coupe with the top back
And she wan give me topp
I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz i be fried
(I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz i be fried )
I avoid physical contact cuz this aint what she wanttt
I don't know , making excuses
I don't know what to do with her
I gotta caught her off she done did the inexcusable
Damn
She done did the inexcusable
Can't excuse the bullshit she done put me through
Clouded judgments flashbacks from the back seat of the coupe
Brush it off my shoulder shawty just a memory just passing through
You know how i do, margiela size 42, glock in the coupe
Im either at the gun range or locked in the booth
Usually ill stay but this time i'm just stopping through
Burn one im gone i aint have to f*ck shawty fell in love with the aura
Want it all to herself but this aint what she wanttt
Im playing my exes n Os like its tic tac toe
The whip match the chrome,
The switch on the stick split crack ya dome
Roc n Busta ya head like its flipmode
Switch whips my clip deep n both my whips faster than yours
Curve bitches badder than yours
Putting up points its a reason why they keep score
You playing for fun i chief more
Peep under my sleeve where i keep more
Keep many pieces im my own peace core
(God Damn)
Niggas put they dick in anything for a cheap score
Losing they life over a cheap whore
Im waking up everyday in my life im just tryna be more
I avoid physical contact cuz this ain't what she want
We in the coupe with the top back
And she wan give me topp
I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz I be fried.
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English

Ayo - Im smoking out the competition still in first gear
Pushing coupes with the roof missing since my birth year
Done passed, flicking ash, on designer you ain't never had in your life
I misplaced more passports than you done took flights
Me n her aint locked I ask where she want this to go so i can book flights
Shoot everything i tote , they shit just look nice
My bitch solidified in the mind its plus she look nice
Its Gun$moke gun on me, f*ck i look like if its otherwise
If you don't want no real nigga go F*ck with them other guys
She got me in a trance pisces with the puppy eyes
She making eye contact tryna connect with my soul
I avoid physical contact cuz this aint what she wanttt
We in the coupe with the top back
And she wan give me topp
I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz i be fried
(I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz i be fried )
I avoid physical contact cuz this aint what she wanttt
I don't know , making excuses
I don't know what to do with her
I gotta caught her off she done did the inexcusable
Damn
She done did the inexcusable
Can't excuse the bullshit she done put me through
Clouded judgments flashbacks from the back seat of the coupe
Brush it off my shoulder shawty just a memory just passing through
You know how i do, margiela size 42, glock in the coupe
Im either at the gun range or locked in the booth
Usually ill stay but this time i'm just stopping through
Burn one im gone i aint have to f*ck shawty fell in love with the aura
Want it all to herself but this aint what she wanttt
Im playing my exes n Os like its tic tac toe
The whip match the chrome,
The switch on the stick split crack ya dome
Roc n Busta ya head like its flipmode
Switch whips my clip deep n both my whips faster than yours
Curve bitches badder than yours
Putting up points its a reason why they keep score
You playing for fun i chief more
Peep under my sleeve where i keep more
Keep many pieces im my own peace core
(God Damn)
Niggas put they dick in anything for a cheap score
Losing they life over a cheap whore
Im waking up everyday in my life im just tryna be more
I avoid physical contact cuz this ain't what she want
We in the coupe with the top back
And she wan give me topp
I just wanna drive dont worry bout a bitch cuz I be fried.
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Writer: Garrett Anderson
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