360 - Dem Gainz lyrics

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360 - Dem Gainz lyrics

Ayy I was smashing Skittles any minute I can (I was) Until I started looking like the Michelin Man (I did) So now every day I hit the gym in the tan So I can be heavily armed without a pistol in hand (Let's go) Any form of exercise there isn't a plan (Nup) If Jesus walked on water then I'm swimming on land (Check this c*nt 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 sh** and I think I'm the man (I do) Yeah, bulking on these motherf**ers Incredible Hulk'in' on these motherf**ers 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 f**ing 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 sh** legs, ayy? Do some f**in' squats then, Nah, I got a big headache Ah, typical 6 f**, skip leg day c*nt, we'll do it tomorrow, man, I'd rather hit chest, ayy (You f**in' p**y) I do ten sets on the benchpress Then do ten reps on the pec deck, I've got the best chest And if you want the same then listen to your sensei (Do it) Yeah, f**in' 6 is really making sense, ayy? You want the best shape? Go and get your chest great f** 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 c*nt's ma**ive) I know you probly thinking this sh**'s crazy Upper body is the sh**, 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 f**'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 f** 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 motherf**ers See my arms? Muscles are mini on these motherf**ers 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 sh**'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 f** I'm 'bout to get a nip and tuck just so I get skinner 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 working upper body, man, I can't take it But if there's legs being worked out then I'm partaking See me half-baked in my apartment Stark naked doing calf raises till my heart's racin' {Strained Noise} And I'll start pacin' till my feet'll hurt And do a sh**load 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 (f** yeah) 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 f**in' pins) I know you prob'ly thinking this sh**'s crazy Lower body is the sh**, baby You know I got my headphones on (Yeah) Best believe that it's a techno song Just leave me alone

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