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they be filled with them big racks 
Me and my niggas stay with them whoppers no big macks 
Good gas smoke that then I relax 
I be getting so high a nigga

take the pain away
Drinks on drinks somebody pass me another drink
Gas all day smoking that shit make me fade away
Thats ok lately i been in my ways been

gas, its from California (Its from California)
A new car German (Its german)
Good weed burnin (Its burnin)
Turbo sneezing (Aachu)
1&9 im speeding
Cops

the glass
Never wanna see it
When u make me mad
Pedal to the metal
Man I melt the gas
You talk behind my back
But it come out your
Wait

Can't say that

Black

Coppers killing kids motherfucker get the gas
And the match burn this motherfucker down
This country it was made on our backs
We was slaves way

act retarded 
'Coz they attitude
An if you make 'em flash 
Then they gone mash the gas
Chillin with two bad bitches
Back up at my pad
Ex-hoes in they

the schedule check off to wallow and pityin' 
Sit and screen for their health 
And I'm not feedin' myself
Nobody gas me up
I keep the beans on the shelf
Keep

murkin sike now im purpin
Gotcho grandma doing splits and you know she fuckin twerkin SHAKIN ASS
Me and Jumal Sosa smoking GAS
Fuckin wit yo bitch now i

reason to look up no time for sermon
I'm staying patient know that's nothing perfect
All I see is tear gas and riots
Them rubber bullets ripping through

him back
But now I ain't got money for the gas in my truck, fuck

Dreading every morning, my pockets they be moanin
Maybe I should stop smoking, gotta

gas
Rapped a verse and played it back, it was straight trash
But now I make good stuff, I left that it in the past

Yeah (Yeah, Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, Oh)
OK

so hot
smoke detectors gone harass me
steppin' in the building
better never have a gas leak
yeah I keep it lit
keep it goin'
don't ash me
yeah Bo Blitz

kändes ändå som missförstådd
På tiden som jag var rädd för å verkligen tänka om
Men nu är vi här

Jag gick å undra hur det skulle gå
Jag var kopplad ifrån

I’m official
I swear this gas make me go mental
Now I’m flying like a missle
I’m gone ball I like to dribble
Way too hot you hear the sizzle
And my drip

got grab drinks and see how this end 

God Jani 

Baby girl like to ride with the tint low
Blowing that gas can’t see through the window 
Saw the wrist

feel so numb
I’m so fuckin faded
Gas got me gone
I going dumb
Where you come from

[Hook]
Wake up in the morning count the cash and get excited
Then I

so high I won’t pretend
This gas is what I recommend

[Hook]
When rain starts fallin
Tears start fallin
Imma keep ballin
Cuz I got the recipe
Dealing

everyday's my birthday
Heartache had me thinking some of y'all fake
Bushy heart with lies, cut it down use the rake
All gas, top notch, no need to hit

how they doin my kind
Nah we don’t talk about that on the hip
All gas no brakes imma dip for the chips
Imma ape on a vine boy I need me a grip 
Simone

getting high in the back dawg
And I can probably ride forever with all this gas y'all
All my shit authentic no I don't know how to act dawg
Mister postman

bet I clock in (bet I clock in)
nigga bet I clock in (yeah yeah)
 
Chrome rims that skirt
hit that gas the V12 twerk
jewelry leaking on my shirt
new

I'm rollin out my gas bag
Then I beat it up before I leave her like a bad dad

Ugh ugh
And they like the way I start to bounce around
Ugh
And she love

of chemicals
Smoke gas in the whip that's typical
It's not Pokemon but them hits been critical
I need a life more live-able
With more money and my work life

on the wave, we live so fast
50 coming, lil bro hit the gas
Roll a Backwoods
Face shit, no pass
Gucci head to toe, Louis V on the bag
Bankroll never gone fold,