Lyrics:
Gasoline
Pull up with heat and lighties
I got a bad bitch by me yeah
And, she brought gasoline
She bad and I saw her in my dreams
Mash alla that teeth inna
Dance-ah feel the heat
Rock your body to the native beat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Well here I am I got the beat
I'm
Dance-ah feel the heat
Rock your body to the native beat
Step by step
Slowly I turn
Step by step
Come on
Well here I am, I got the beat
I'm
transgress this fundamental
Law by bringing your usual
Fears into any encounter
You narrow your options and your
Capacity to shape events your fear can
Even
Feel the heat from our gunfire, when you see us coming
Their your niggas running, wild and heartless and we steady gunning
Don't fuck with a legit
He'd take a load around when
He was in the mood i'm singin'
(Feel the heat) keep Swingin'
(Move your feet) move your body
(To that beat) get into it
Living by what you say living By What you preach
If you feel this and you stand on that
That's real shit
Cuz I don't trust you niggas
My niggas never
hold niggas heat Instagram Snapchat the marketing elite
Driven by the spirit not emotional men illustrated God mind flow thru the pen Microphone
that I go
If this life is real then I own my soul
I'm surrounded by flames even though I'm so cold kuz
My heat my heat will make um jump back
Not
shake your booty
Gives your schoolgirl game away, yes it does
You're just a sweet talker, bad daughter,
An' you've just begun
The bitch is in heat
Feel like a Rockstar
That heat on me use Fendi coat as the concealer
I hit your bitch so she's with me if you ain't seen her
This ice on me don't
me leave
I miss your, I miss your, I miss your
Body heat
I miss your, I miss your, I miss your
Body heat
Come and bring it back, back, back to me
Dark
turned blind
Knew that I was real by the same time
Wrist watch, tik tak
Time ran but for you it stopped
Linger in your mind yeah
But you keep your
really so solid he gone lift you up
They might kill your body but the soul can't touch
If you covered by the grace that he offer us
They might kill your
How much pain till a nigga get a break
No Time for the liers and the fakes
How much pain till a nigga get a break
All heat for the craz and the hate
heat (That heat, that heat)
You step up wrong, they gon' start shootin' at your feet (Yo' feet, yo' feet)
Cartier's blocking your shade
Pop the trunk get the K out the case
Make two stacks in the trap then I lace
Bought me some heat for my waist
You can tell by my
Feeling your heat, I believe what I see
You're showing me things that I need to be me
No matter how hard I try I can't leave
I'm addicted to fire, the one
By any means go hard for the bankroll in these streets
Bout that cash flow boy even when it ain't cold niggaz know I keep that heat
On my grind stay
fuck and don't keep her
I eat by myself When I sit down for dinner
These niggas students I feel like a teacher I turn up the heat if you send me
a drink for free
Show my girls your body
I'm shakin' up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I'm working
love ya"
Haha, I walk the block with a oven but not your mother's
I'm talkin about the other, by the way - your mother
I'm terrific, I'm the president,
dirty cheese we heat the pot
This is really it for all my frenemy
Looking right at me but their eyes don't really see
Clouded by the hatred that was
ever-sacred gold
A pilot of ponder with a velvet steering wheel
This time it's uncertainty I begin to feel
Weighed down by the identity, it's a subtle trap
I
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