Shotgun Rider Lyrics

Shotgun Rider - Gavin Magnus

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One hunnit, Ayoleybeats, this go crazy

You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer

Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher

They say things about me, but they still all liars

Trouble getting started but we still hot wired

You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze

Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key

Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees

I said, "Baby, tell me everything, " you started spilling tea

You're all mine, I don't wanna share you

2023 I'm coming to a city near you

I took care of you when no one ever even cared to

And I still have my eyes on you

Right with my sidekick

We can run forever, where you wanna go?

Time in, put the time in, it's better we're together

Baby, let 'em know

You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer

Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher

They say things about me, but they still all liars

Trouble getting started but we still hot wired

You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze

Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key

Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees

I said, "Baby, tell me everything, " you started spilling tea

Sent a couple hundred to your Cash App

I don't need you stressin' when you need to turn the gas cap

Pictures of us in the summer, that's a flashback

I'm your only fan, you don't need to flash that

Girl, you know my toxic trait is that I'm too honest

Hate when you get in your feelings 'bout a few comments

Crossing Gucci in the studio with Top Ramen

Paradise is waiting on us for a few commas

Never switch up on me, you promised

When your heart's heavy, girl, it weighs on my conscience

Not sure if we'll make it, but the whole world wants it

Hangin' out the window saying

You could be my shotgun rider, first class flyer

Every time you walk in, take the whole room higher

They say things about me, but they still all liars

Trouble getting started but we still hot wired

You could be my shotgun rider, fingers in the breeze

Girl, this thing came with a button, you don't even need a key

Put some diamonds on your neck and now it's 32 degrees

I said, "Baby, tell me everything, " you started spilling tea

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Nathaniel Good / Graham Stiefel / Ryan Lay / David Magnus