Gas Orlean$
Jay Cidy
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Check it out huh Check it out hey, what up Janae I done came through feeling like Jesus When I turn that water into grape juice Sip it like Grey Goose, huh, yeah Busting out the cage loose Bat shit crazy like Babe Ruth yeah Everything I say's true, care about no fake dudes Ya'll let it phase you, huh, yeah Feeling like I play hoops for the Atlanta Hawks The way my mother fucking Trey shoot, huh yeah She said do you think you gave it your best yeah Do you have anything left, huh, yeah She said do you love me, huh I don't know what love means But when I pull up in your neighborhood Do everything you say you would Or get cut off like CPS Yes, please don't make me do it Cause I'm getting cash Now all my whips are paid for Two eighty on the dash Should drive it fast that's what it's made for That's what it's made for yeah Shout out my cousins in the eighth ward Cause they really with the shit like a tapeworm Grind like a skateboard F*ck it just pray for them Rolling that stank for them Pouring that drink for them Cause we gone off them trees like a acorn Pass me that cup, can you feel me up Can you feel me up, can you feel me up Pass me that dutch, can you roll it up Pass me them trees and codeine Cause I like my gas on lean I like my gas on lean I like my gas on lean I like my gas or lean So much weed in this bag Look like a baby Yoda And when I walk around in this mask I look like the Mandalorian This the way, get it all weighed, get it together Cause yes I'm fresh as, yes I'm fresh as Yes I'm fresh as ever Now that sex and conversation Go together like nothing else And if they hating, that's masturbation What you mean, go f*ck yourself I can't help it, that's how I felt I'm the elf that's up on the shelf I pop a pill, I puff an L Until I'm popping up somewhere else And I get that Zaza from Nevada Get the charm all from my mama Got the game all day from Chopper My poppa nicknamed me Doctor My accent is proper english My ancestry is British In case you ever wondered As a baby was raised in London I want Oscar's I never won I want yachts that I'll never own But I get motorboats from tits I get props from everyone I get lit with all my cousins I make bread like bakers ovens And if you said that I could trade My place with you instead, I wouldn't Pass me that cup, can you feel me up Can you feel me up, can you feel me up Pass me that dutch, can you roll it up Pass me them trees and codeine Cause I like my gas on lean I like my gas on lean I like my gas on lean I like my gas or lean
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