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with the hat to match
Woop
You know I keep that gas
I don't gota match

I'm hot like bic fire
Will blow out your
And boy if we brawl you want won't  win

in bleach colors
Go to the top

Just like big covers
Weak off the gas I need to recover

She shaking her ass I need to rebuttal
Rehuddle
Think of my

on Christmas Day we dey wear kito
See the soaks for my leg we no Dey see defeat
Police man trowey tear gas e choke I no Dey feet Dey breath
Then I go warri I go

it
Rissa got the real gas ain't no coppin it
Move too quick so there ain't no blocking it shit don't stop

Lil mama too rude
She ride it too smooth
Ask

Hiroshima
Now, we're grabbing for them gas-masks because North Korea

Finna blow us off the map, man; turn us to dust
Walking through the sand and ashes

blasphemy, I'm on his ass
Word on road I'm the one with the mask
Everybody know something, but they so scared to ask
Don't let them lil niggas u live with gas

got a stash
If you ever need a nigga 
You know I'ma hit the gas
You know I'ma do the dash 
I don't need no explanations 
I'ma handle it
Lay ya body down

soul/ and its still fuck anybody that fuck with anybody who told gang (still fuck anybody that fuck with anybody that told gang)

We smoking on that gas

sippin pink Whitney, and then she gon' do her line
Say I won't blow that gas till im gone
Say I won't pour a line in my soda
Say I won't take yo bitch,

Behöver ej stå på min tå
Alla framtidsår är mitt år
Dålig energi är inlåst
Okej jag förstår wheat
Du är så långt ifrån skit
Som det ba' kan gå typ
Som en

to outer space
Find some aliens and get stoned off our face
Smoking galactic grass, puffing rocket ship gas
It's just an interstellar puff puff pass
I'm

Yeah, I just, um, I just got some fresh air, um, (Ok)
I'll be back soon, I'm about to go do a dash or something, um (Put gas in the car)
I'm just,

scammers
Yak wasn't cappin' pimpin' ain't easy
Don't call me twin bitch I'm feelin' like Peezy
I'm smokin' good gas and that shit got me wheezing
So sick

the tip in
Pourin' up yellow inside of a Lippin
Gas got me leanin', only one heater and he already bleedin
Trappin' on summer, that dead nigga seezin

Keep

and gas, and retail
Former boss say I be enigma
Stuck my foot up her ass like enema
Now Rotary Club invite me to they seminar
Speak on issues in tech, with

like Deadshot!

Dying from laughter
I'll make you delirious
Light up the bong
H2O, rips so furious
Toxic gas, like I'm scare crow
Or the bats greatest

Cool Kid Corey and my little cousin Breezy
That's why I never spoke when you seen me
And I keep a lotta smoke in the teepee
I call the gas plug when I

te
For i skogen finns det ting du ikke vil fokke med
Lys i det fjerne blir letter å sjå
Så alle reisende veit kordan retning å gå
Du vil hør en svak

wrongs
Then cook a verse with it
Gas unleaded bout to smoke my bong with it
Zoom into first place , damn you chocked
Never second in a race, ahahaha bitch

That don’t know how to crash
I told them niggas better kiss my ass
Matter fact you better kiss the gas
From the fire that I’m writing nigga
I’m not

, I’m building up my money tree (yeah)
Women, they come and go so they somethin' I’ll never need (nah)
I hit the gas, in my lane, no limit, on my own

of my ass
And be about it
Got my first check
And haven't stopped counting
The gas that I'm rolling
Only getting louder
Ya, huh
Top of the chain
You

bump I ain't stop once
Get yo ass on that top bunk
Hit the gas if the cops come
Good weed made ya snot run
Jet fighters this top gun
Doing duck and rolls

wave, y sin el durag puesto
Drip canchero, aspecto chulesco
Le metemos gas, sin beber refrescos
Chaval chulapo de Madrid sur, apuesto
A que no hay pa' tu