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lil gas - lil gas lyrics

[intro]
ouu
gryaaa
aye!

m-th-f-ckin’ gas. woooow
m-th-f-ckin’ gas
love to love to flex
m-th-f-ckin’ gas
ice ice ice ice

[post-chorus]
i’ma pull up on your daughter into bentley coupe
while i’m making dollars but i never had a job
pull up on a b-tch but she says me can you stop?
sorry i can’t stop ’cause your p-ssy is so hot!

[verse 1]
you can sucking on me like count 1-2-3
i just like i’m poetry when you are learning a-b-c
i got wrist on patek and i’m gonna cold that sh-t
c-mmed to tha p-ssy but don’t wanna do a kid

icy icy icy chain
and i show you what i can
and i show you how i spent
a lot of money for my rings
dropped this sh-t and a lot of fans
popping xan and molly bean
and my life is like a game
when i die i play again
this is my grandmama and she’s cookin’ up
lil bich saw diz sh-t and she joined up
i want give you money but you always f-cking up
i can k!ll you n-gga only with the one shoot
crashed new maserati cause i popped a lot of molly
everybody know me, every-everybody know me
i got ap on my neck and wrist on rollie
and get lv bakkpack, gg on my body

bich i’m that boy i’ma m-th-f-ckin’ gas
everybody know that i juz love to flex (love to flex)
so i love to flex and pop on x (pop on x)
i just like i’m legend and i make this racks

[chorus]
i’ma-i’ma-i’ma mother-motherf-cking gas, aye!
make the million, got new b-tch all this how i flex
lil b-tch on that stove, f-ck she was my ex!
now i sold your momma’s house and i get the bag
i’ma-i’ma-i’ma mother-motherf-cking gas, aye!
make the million, got new b-tch all this how i flex
lil b-tch on that stove, f-ck she was my ex!
now i sold your momma’s house and i get the bag

- lil gas lyrics

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