Lyrics:
Burn this motherfucker down
Pass the propane
I sell propane, I sell propane, I sell propane, Boomhauer Cobain
I sell propane, I sell propane, I sell propane, Boomhauer Cobain
I sell propane, I
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang
I'm the dope mane bitches sniffin' cocaine
All my young niggas
I'm cruisin' in my own lane
I'm just tryna do my own thang
And tryna make my own name
And it won't change
That's my propane
That's my propane
That's
Fame is the cocaine
But the clout is the crystal meth
Hate is the propane, fuel the fire
I'mma be the best if it's insulting
Then why the vaccine go
The axis of the mind like a propane disaster
Now you're part of my chest
that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
Hit the gas so hard make it rotate (rotate)
All my niggas blew up like a propane (propane)
All these R&B niggas be
Yeah this that new anthem
Mr. Propane
Who got that fire
Haahahaha
Mr propane
Pro pro propane man
Mr propane
Pro pro propane man
Mr propane
Pro pro
to be on the inside
Propane Disco
Propane Disco
Disco
Disco
Out in the cold
You fight or you fall
Tooth and nail for your next meal
So toughen your hide
Propane lyrics I'm too lazy to type it in
Hi to who ever is reading this
Ain't no shame in my game
I found a new high, yeah
There's no shame in my game
There's no shame in my pain
I found new propane
I found new
trucks, parked, strapped up, in permit zones.
Henny & Propane. Henny & Propane. Its flowing thru my brain, yall ni@@as is lame. Henny & Propane. Henny
Smokin' propane, with my clique and the bad
Bitches call me Cobain
She can see the pain
Look me in the eyes, girl, we are not the same
Bitch, I'll make
around.
Cocaine, cocaine, my skin white like cocaine, marked up like them ol’ trains
And I keep it hood, but this low mayne
Propane, propane, spark that
emit the propane
I just spit, probably just raised the gas prices
Everybody in the club try and get as fresh as me
What you want, dawg? Tryna stay
the passing lane
A truckers tan and dirty Ray Bans
Looking for a place to top off the propane
Moving along in this little house on the highway
The cabinet
Propane A-flame
Caused from all your games
All pain No gain
Driving me insane
Propane A-flame
Caused from all your games
All pain No gain
Driving me
Whole thang full of propane (propane)
I don't love these hoes the way they love me (the way they love me)
Jaw jackin, I'm stackin, that mean we aint
Gold rings diamond chains
Money never be the same
You know I be switching lane
Blowing up just like propane
Gold rings diamond chains
Money never be
I'm all about that cheap propane
Cheap propane
Cheap propane
Don't bother with your great cocaine
Great cocaine
Great cocaine
I'm all about
Lighthouse
Propane
I'm balling
Just shaking off my demons
Lighthouse
Propane
I'm balling
Just shaking off my demons
The light of a soul
The soul
full of sugar cane
The bottle full of propane
Hand full of sugar cane
The bottle full of propane
Hand full of sugar cane
Yep, the bottle full of propane
Hello
New 600 cocaine white
New Air Ones wants cocaine white
I knew I'd blow propane light
But you know a nigga been nice
60's cocaine white
It's that new generation
Fuck life, fuck feelings, smoke propane
Pussy fuck, at the crib, I can't feel pain
Black heart, black lungs, black boot
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