mobile pro - gasoline and matches lyrics
[verse]
b-tch i light you up like gasoline and matches
segregate the game when i’m steppin’ up, come test me
i go hard in the paint like flocka
no point, no comma
put your b-tch in a coma
’cause my big d-ck cause trauma
pro game, b-tch listen
listerine, t–th glisten
wiz game three-thousand
when i’m cookin’ up in the kitchen
f-ck with me and get gang-banged
gang slammed when gang hangs
fast hands go cl1ck, clack
and time drop like dead friends
b-tch man, no riff-raffs
rolexes and hats back
outlaws like jesse james
pistol-whip yo’ b-tch -ss
death writ on yo’ b-tch -ss
when i’m hittin’ it like pacquiao
ridin’ in, no rodeo
lovin’ it, no romeo
when i’m scopin’ out all the targets
all your jags, i’m coppin’
hitmarker, he dropped in
three-sixty, no, drop him
been holding back, but that’s p-ssed now
full power, no backing out
full throttles, pedal down
three bullets, your soul out
[hook]
b-tch get ready for the afterlife
cl1ck, clack, stop, drop, in the moonlight
bullets flyin’, bodies droppin’, ’cause that fast life
’cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right
b-tch get ready for the afterlife
cl1ck, clack, stop, drop, in the moonlight
bullets flyin’, bodies droppin’, ’cause that fast life
’cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right
[outro]
’cause that fast money, fast hoes, wrong and right
mobile pro blowing up, up in the afterlife
mobile pro blowing up, up in the afterlife
mobile pro blowing up, up in the afterlife
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