Lyrics:
I been on the slab, aye
Late night smoking
Fueled up on that gas
And ain't no telling what I'm holding
Fam just hit me up, he texted me
Asked me
sound
Kids grow up, take your life for cash
Might blow up, take your wife for ass
Never gonna stop, I'm 'a smash that gas
Hear the "whoop whoop," I'm gone
driving till the gas gone
I just need the money
I just need the cash flow
I be on my shit
Ain't worried bout you assholes
All my hoes Legit
Your bitches
Aishiteta to nageku ni wa
Amari ni mo toki wa sugi te shimatta
Mada kokoro no hokorobi o
Iyasenumama kaze ga fuiteru
Hitotsu no me de asu o mite
Mist Gang In the bitch
Yea
Blowing on gas this is exotic
Come shop if you want some exotic
Everyday life is so exciting
Girl on my side like she my
Ain't nothing that do is never regular
Foot down on they neck gas on the pedestal
Cause I'm kinda top notch now
With a top notch sound
Making my way
Whole lotta this, whole lotta that
Whole lotta gas, whole lotta thrax
Niggas got a lotta tecs, niggas got a lotta Macs
Niggas talk alotta shit, but
I'm high off this gas sittin on the ceiling
Fire at his ass if I wanna kill him
I'm Tired of bands tryna get a Milly
Tired of bands y'all don't know
Nigga be always on gas
And be always on lean
Make it harder to wake up
You niggas be talking bout smoke
And be talking bout strap
But you holding
Smoking on the gas shit (Gas shit)
Fuck I forgot to seal the gaskit (Gaskit)
Mother fucker brought the shit
Smells like cat shit (Cat shit)
What
foreign
I got the drip lemme get in my bag
Designer weed gotta fill up the gas
Always winning i could never be last
They only talk cuz i know that mad
Walk
già dal mattino (Dal mattino)
Non è lean quello che aspiro (Gas gas gas)
Gas, gas, gas (Grrah)
Mamacita vuole salire da me (Mamacita)
Rari come
B-B-Beat her brakes off
She love it when I'm tapping on the gas
She only been with dudes who bring the minimum
I bring the max
Bout to attack
Girl wassup
Y dije wow ella baila como Selena
Me gusta toda como mueve su cadera
Y vamo a darle bailando la noche entera
Si ella pide reggaeton le doy gas pela
Y
barbers my Honda too fast
I press the gas on they ass
I press the gas on they ass
Yeah boy my Honda too fast
Civic hit a skid and I crash
Uh
Bitch I pull up
and I'm finally free
Blurred racing bullet he can't get to me.
Now, Look at me now
Foot on the gas haven't moved a mile
Look at me now, look at me now
Foot
vi ka gå med behag
så hvorfor ska vi løbe
når vi jo bar ku ha en god dag
vi ku få det, vi alle vil ha
så hvorfor ska vi løbe
ja hvorfor sku vi løbe
We live fast while we cruise slow
Hit the gas watch the coup go
Tryna smash what it do ho
I just wanna dab with you though
We live fast while we
Kotoba ga yomenaku naru
Sore hodo namida ga tomaranai
Tegami ga bishonure ni nacchau kedo
Sore demo kimochi wo kakitai
Your music gives me flashback
Saigo ni kimi ga hohoende
Massugu ni sashidashita mono wa
Tada amarini kirei sugite
Koraekirezu namida afureta
Ano hi kitto futari wa
Ai ni fureta
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah-oh
Let's get it
Smoking on that gas got me high like rocketship
I gone bring myself up to the Moon, I'm taking
fa, il male che fa
Se basta un filo di luce
Spiragli e fessure mi accecano
Se basta un filo di fumo
Questioni al consumo da dibattere
È il gas tossico,
står min frukost, samma som igår
Som dagen dess förinnan, ja typ varenda år
Jag älskar att gå i plugget, medan det är rast
Men när det ringer in blir
A dirigir com todo gás like mario kart
Com nha dama by my side yah by my side
I'll pay you the resort yah the resort
I'm driving to the paradise yah
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