Lyrics:
Burn this motherfucker down Pass the propane
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
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
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
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
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
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
trucks, parked, strapped up, in permit zones. Henny & Propane. Henny & Propane. Its flowing thru my brain, yall ni@@as is lame. Henny & Propane. Henny
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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