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meek mill - gasoline lyrics

[vesre 1: meek mill]

sipping on ciroc on’er then a light switch
riding thru tha hood wit ma lil bad white chick
ralph lauren 7 jeans, 9 to 5 night sh-t
in my 96 impala growlin thru the night shift
i check you like a mic quick, comin out ya d-mn mouth
catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya d-mn house
like excuse me ma’am where such & such ride hard no buckle up
all left hooks right uppercuts treat you like the beat then f-ck you up
im dippin on em wayback, we ain flippin we way strapped
ma shooters they dont play around they lay you down like wave cap
in tha kitchen wit a 6 duce tryna turn there to a maybach
i whip whip, whip real hard like dale earnhard on the race track
im in the front but im way back, way back but im in the front
out shy n-ggas like ten to one, ???? but there ten of them
b-tch done f-cked like ten of dem, oops i mean like ten of us
i don’t wanna ride it ain’t tinted up,???? comin thru wit tha fender up
illuminati want my mind, soul, and body
they ask me would i trade it all for a maseratti
i told him naw he said 100 mil n i said prolli
plus a phantom, panamera and the bugatti
we can work a deal, i put my mom up on the hill
i go to h-ll and burn it down
they hatin every time i turn around
being c-cky, i turned it down, now it’s time, jus turn it up
i flame on then burn em up, them n-ggas act like they learnin up
im gone

- meek mill lyrics

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