Search results for 'Wholesale Gas Quadrant'

aint goin out sad (SAD)
Nah smoke gas
Running man Running man
Lets do a race to a hunnid bands
50 my whip 50 my wrist
You fuck boys talk to my other hand

Pocket rockets
I got 4 pockets nigga
Hold up
Got a Quadrant
Feeling like a prophet
Silence when I'm vibing nigga
Hold up
Need a monument
9 tucked

sad in the past
Like they whole self
Let 'em ride my coattails
New drip come in wholesale
Leave 'em who you gon' tell?
Sleeping in them hotels
If it's

At the Double Tree
Dripped out wholesale
Nigga livin luxury
If I get locked
Ima post bail, fuck with me
Cops pull me over
Skrt skrt , ain't no stopping me
Ima do

out sad (Sad)
Nah smoke gas
Running man running man
Lets do race to 100 bandz
50 my whip 50 my wrist
You fuckboys talk to my other hand
Money man money

(Von, you be wildin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

They wanna ride on my coattails
I get that pack by the wholesale
They making up stories like folk tales

That mean no hell
Stepping on these demons so hard that my toe swelled
Jordan rare editions, I just got 'em off of wholesale
God throwing bullets, Ima

your enemies
It's a crime, Genovese, Calabasas on me
Get inside my Beamer, time to hit the road
Got a tank full of gas, go and get your smokes
Man, I

[Chorus:]
Roll the windows up when you get in the car, and I'ma light one up
Hit the gas station go and buy a cigar and a philly blunt
Every time I

sick (brr, who this?)
Cook with gas for the raw, so much glass on the floor
I got my bitch kitchen lookin' like I broke in (broke in)
Let's go,

No cops, we ain't gonna stop
Switch gears, we gon' drag and drip
Hard tops, ain't no rags in here
Hit the gas, and grab the cup
Muscle cars sound

Ballad of Maxwell Demon

Shudder to Think

Velvet Goldmine

1998

Got tired of wasting gas living above the planet
Mister, show me the way to earth
The boys of Quadrant 44 with their vicious metal hounds
Never

Whether feeling out of touch
Or outgunned in the field
Drums on the wheel

Bomb sites and blackouts
And fog lights and gas clouds
Jockey through

Upload
Uh oh
Thats a no no
Everywhere I go go quantum Live in quadrant 4
On a constant
Corresponding with my consciousness caution Im a Arson and my aura

Got tired of wastin' gas livin' above the planets
Mister, show me the way to Earth
The boys in Quadrant 44, with their vicious metal hounds
Never

Mac
All I do is flip & stack
She want a Brazilian butt lift
But won't get up off her ass
How you always on the gram but can't afford one
Ain't no gas

credit I fell for the trap
Explored investments to get me on track
Housing, gas, water, land, oil taxes goes flat
Survey the scene while sipping shots

yet to come across another galaxy
Contained in another's heart sanctum
That has gravitated my way and expressed
Something within the quadrant of
"Yes, I

coke sales
One brick, two brick equal what my show sell
Money in a suitcase like deal or no deal
I was good with no deal, told you I did wholesale

on dispatch
Solid as a rock dat good scratch
Cut a bitch off she push back
Hand on da bible dats big fact
Good gas Werr we at
Yo bitch Werr we at
Big bag Werr

been trappin' off snapchat, tokin' on gas
Makin' money grow, fast fast fast 
Dark Web Dope Girl's got the blast
Cop it on the low just slip her that cash

all mine, don't short me nare dime
Don't give a damn you wholesale, I'm gram for gram mine
I'm shuttin' the trap down, I'm beatin' the block down
I

I be going back and forth sometimes
Samichi be Rambling
Noooooooooo
Not another excuse
I don't need one
From you hoes
Yeah we blowing gas
Ima pass it

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga

I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays
I'm blowin' gas, ridin' makin' plays

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