Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dem Gainz , by - 360. Release date: 17.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dem Gainz |
| If Jesus walked on water then I’m swimmin' on land |
| (Check this cunt out) It doesn’t matter when I listen to trance |
| I can’t help but break into this ridiculous dance |
| It’s like a faster running man, but I’m kicking and flicking my hands (Woo) |
| Understand I’m the shit and I think I’m the man (I do) |
| Yeah, bulking on these motherfuckers |
| Incredible Hulkin' on these motherfuckers |
| I’m the dude in the gym, training his upper body |
| With pants on 'cause downstairs there’s nothing on me |
| Check my damn pins, not a damn thing |
| Yo, my hamstring actually looks like an actual fucking hamstring |
| The damn gym’s the only thing that I’m advanced in |
| Bustin' out reps in the tempo that I dance in |
| Incredible back, impeccable traps |
| And when I’m topless I’m never relaxed, I’m flexing my abs () |
| In cardio I’m the best on the map |
| I even forget where I’m at to give my memory laps (Think about that) |
| I’m so obsessed with fitness that I’m the definition |
| When I rap, I even get the record skippin' |
| I got a thick neck, but shit legs, ayy? |
| Do some fuckin' squats then, Nah, I got a big headache |
| Ah, typical 6 fuck, skip leg day |
| Cunt, we’ll do it tomorrow, man, I’d rather hit chest, ayy (You fuckin' pussy) |
| I do ten sets on the bench-press |
| Then do ten reps on the peck deck, I’ve got the best chest |
| And if you want the same then listen to your sensei |
| (Do it) Yeah, fuckin' 6 is really making sense, ayy? |
| You want the best shape? |
| Go and get your chest great |
| Fuck your legs, mate, only worry about your pecks, ayy |
| You gotta work out the best way, where every day is chest day |
| Yeah, it’s Forthwrite, Dem Gainz |
| If you wondering where 6 been lately |
| You can catch me at the gym, baby |
| It shows I got my pecks so strong |
| Everybody sayin' that my chest so bomb (This cunt’s massive) |
| I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy |
| Upper body is the shit, baby |
| You know I got my headphones on (Check it out) |
| Won’t believe that it’s a techno song |
| Just leave me alone (Yeah) |
| The moment that I walk in the gym |
| You’re like, «What the fuck’s my girl doing talkin' to him?» |
| (Sup babe) |
| A workout’s better the shorter it is |
| So I’m calling it quits before it begins |
| Walk straight up and disconnect the exercise bike |
| See people looking mesmerised when I ride by (Bye) |
| From the time I was born, I was never quite right |
| You wanna hide your flaws, I’m tryna emphasise mine |
| So while they try and get all energised, I |
| Don’t give a fuck about my tris and my pecks and my bis (Nah) |
| I’m tryna blend in with the rest of my kind |
| And look like every white guy I’ve ever met in my life (Okay) |
| Lookin' skinny on these motherfuckers |
| See my arms? |
| Muscles are mini on these motherfuckers |
| All these lames say it’s gain season (It is) |
| Nah, I’m tryna find ways to train so my frame weakens |
| That’s a main reason I spend the whole time |
| I’m here walkin' 'round, daydreaming in a daze schemin' |
| 'Cause time is money and shit’s expensive |
| So I ain’t leavin' till I break-even, yeah |
| It’s hard to summarise it, but well |
| In a nutshell, I won’t touch a dumbbell |
| I’d rather walk up on these dickheads who are big and buff |
| While they’re standing in the mirror and then interrupt () |
| I hear 'em call me skinny like I give a fuck |
| I’m 'bout to get a nip and tuck just so I get skinnier |
| I idolise those skinny runts bumming ciggies in the city, bruh |
| And I’m not giving up till I look similar |
| And this is sincere, I been at this gym for six years |
| People wonder why I’m even in here |
| It’s 'cause I hate workin' upper body, man, I can’t take it |
| But if there’s legs bein' worked out then I’m partaking |
| See me half-baked in my apartment |
| Stark naked, doing calf raises till my heart’s racin' |
| And I’ll start pacin' till my feet’ll hurt |
| And do a shitload of cleans, I don’t need the jerk |
| I’ll even spend a whole night in a squat rack |
| How many reps is that, PEZ? |
| I don’t know, I lost track (Fuck it) |
| I want my top half lookin' like I’m on crack |
| But I want my glutes and my calves and my quads jacked |
| And if you want that too here’s a template (Yep) |
| To get your flex game better than your best mate (How?) |
| You gotta workout the PEZ way and only train on leg day |
| Forthwrite, Dem Gainz |
| If you wondering where PEZ been lately |
| You can catch me at the gym, baby |
| You know that when I flex those quads |
| They’re sayin', «How'd you get your legs so strong?» |
| (Check out his fuckin' |
| pins) |
| I know you prob’ly thinking this shit’s crazy |
| Lower body is the shit, baby |
| You know I got my headphones on (Yeah) |
| Best believe that it’s a techno song |
| Just leave me alone |