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from my thick
Fame with that slick twang
And the way she say "Can I
Get up in your truck bae?"
Chain wallets and hot guns
Serial numbers they got none

lane, 97 'tane
These bitches go hella slow, 97 octane
These niggas go hella slow, 97 oct'
These bitches go hella slow, 97 octane
These niggas go hella

morning
These lil' niggas ain't in my lane
Gotta split up the margin
93 gas, it's octane, got my Beamer departing
She wanted my number, I fuck around
Gave

Octane 
Written by J. Leblanc/G. Madden

Without you, you cannot escape
You’re trapped in your own world
You are running volatile
Everything is

niggas at the next event
Light some weed you look extra tense (extra tense)

This is big gas, nigga, this is Hi-Octane (Hi-Octane)
Started off a dirty

the world. These blockbusters have become cultural phenomena, generating huge profits and leaving a lasting impact on the film industry.

Number one.

"Avatar"

get big results, holla adios (adios) 
Fien to take the whole fam to the Amalfi coast 
Hey, smoking gas that’s high octane 
Hey, I’m just chillin’ doin’

Somethin' for the old skool
This is FFY
Mr. Alexander Star
Ayy, ayy

Said u need a lover lover
Lover lover
Nuff said baby
Slippin me the number

Pull-on that octane
Keep something rolled
Got hot flames
Remember me in that box frame
Let to set it off in her projects
I took 5 tho'
Stretched into

can't sang worth Shit fuh what ya say 
I'm ok I'm dealing with it
Running low on Octane, ganja ain't gonna
Bud itself It's gotta be a better way to get

I'm a King [Remix]

T.I.

Hustle & Flow

2005

[Chorus]

Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin'
If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up

on high octane
They like them bad tattoos
And wearing them skin-tight jeans
They all like tradin' paint
With Circle Burner Number 8
Let's trade a little

Testarossa

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

try to get closer
Cause you might get lost in the dual exhaust
Don't ever try to fuck wit' a boss
High octane there ain't no ping
When I swing

a intentarlo con más frenesí
Y me rompe la regla number one (One)
Uno vs uno no hay más (Más)
Y me rompe la regla number one (One)
Aquí solo produce Juan

numbers had it 38 

No stair case but I'm still stepping focused I can't deviate 

Paper work I get checks no PPP or SBc

My first P of octane I paid thirty

the bumper drag
Push the comma's, make the numbers add, we ironclad

Let me get up in my bag now, yeah
I gotta do it, watch me prove it
Chop and, chop

moves/ On to something/ never bluffing/ topic of this whole discussion/ numbers growing/ fan base/ bout to change the landscape/ fuck what you all think/

pretty
So I can take her to my crib
Get high and fuk her silly
Then send her on her way
To go collect what's mine
She put her number in my phone
Told me

Um the one, just call me the crook
Number one, in the streets they idol the look
Foolish flow, words leave ya shook
Groupie hoes, hate em read em

Well folks, it's been quite a journey
Sixty-three episodes of high octane, non-stop action
And now we're gonna slow things down with a little number

Move over your times up it’s ya boy prime up,
Stay on the bench if you ain’t in the starting lineup,
Block mane spitting bars hotting than octane,
I’m

to the architectural ghost of high-octane sexual history and virile electric sound. you do a peace-sign gesture with your fingers in the photograph, but you don’t know

Gang from the gutter, some bad motherfuckers
Hands on everything, the path of a hustler
My cash looking good, pulling big numbers
Hustling non-stop,

you need washing
Wet em soak em like this summer was poppin
Send em under cause we heard he was poppin
Fuck a number if I want it we shopping
Fuck her