Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SHEESH , by - Gallo. Release date: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SHEESH |
| Sheesh |
| I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease |
| Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth |
| Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe |
| That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street |
| I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me |
| I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me |
| This is murder, third degree |
| Kill the beat, yelling sheesh |
| I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease |
| Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth |
| Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe |
| That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street |
| I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me |
| I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me |
| This is murder, third degree |
| Kill the beat, yelling sheesh |
| Uh |
| You either step up (Up) |
| Or you get stepped on (On) |
| If you think that you got it (Got it) |
| Then you are dead wrong (Wrong) |
| I think my head’s gone |
| Prolly (Prolly) |
| Hotter than some wasabi (Woo!) |
| Never tired, if I was, then I’d be born on Kawasaki (Sheesh!) |
| Always spinning, always winning |
| She put up, secure the digits (Aye!) |
| Independent for minute |
| If I drop, you better sit down |
| Dallas, Texas, Jason Witten |
| In my zone, the rules are written (Yeah) |
| If you think you got enough, then double down, ain’t close to finish (No!) |
| Sheesh |
| I’m on the 'Gram so much these days that I forget to eat (To eat) |
| She tryna climb on me so much, so I say «Take a seat» (A seat) |
| I opperate so fast, motherfuckers say «Can you wait for me?» |
| (For me) |
| But it’s too late now, shoulda played with me 'cause now I’m way too deep |
| Sheesh! |
| Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases) |
| Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it |
| Stakes are highest, take or leave it |
| I produce it once I dream it (Yeah) |
| You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Sheesh |
| I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease |
| Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth |
| Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe |
| That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street |
| I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me |
| I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me |
| This is murder, third degree (Aye) |
| Kill the beat |
| Yelling sheesh |
| I got friends that need to grow up (Grow up) |
| Ones that always show up (Yuh) |
| Some that always pull up |
| Even when they had a glow up |
| Hold up, maybe I should slow up (Oh God) |
| Think I said too much (Yuh) |
| Living in this house of cards, I hold the royal flush (Bang, bang, bang, bang) |
| Gettin' hot, let 'em watch (Woo!) |
| Talkin' business, move the (Aye) |
| Switch the cost, that’s a lot |
| than thirty rocks (Rocks) |
| Never gloss, ticking clocks |
| Put you with my dirty socks (Ugh) |
| The only way I’m going under if is I’m sinking burning shots |
| Check direct deposit |
| That shit gone before I got it (It's gone) |
| Got no worries, got no problems |
| I invest, don’t fill my closet (No) |
| Got the drip like broken faucets |
| Keep my trust deep in the process (Yuh) |
| Quick and clean, you see me flossin' |
| Juice is not what like the sauce is (Yuh) |
| Sheesh |
| Out of season and my shoes ain’t got no creases (No creases) |
| Up until the sun is peaking, we gon' send it, best believe it |
| Stakes are highest, take or leave it |
| I produce it once I dream it (Yeah) |
| You can try and stop the fire but I always plan to feed it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Sheesh |
| I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease |
| Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth |
| Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe |
| That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street |
| I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me |
| I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me |
| This is murder, third degree (Aye) |
| Kill the beat |
| Yelling sheesh |
| Sheesh |
| I just switched the whip up, got myself a brand new lease |
| Had to bite the bullet, still no diamonds in my teeth |
| Too much smoking hit, I swear, it’s getting hard to breathe |
| That’s the price you pay when you wake up the fucking beast |
| No more Mr. Nice Guy, left that man way down the street |
| I don’t work for dollars, make my dollars work for me |
| I don’t do no chasin', let these Judys flirt to me |
| This is murder, third degree (Aye) |
| Kill the beat |
| Yelling sheesh |
| Sheesh |
| Sheesh |
| Sheesh |