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problem & iamsu! - gas lyrics

[intro: problem]
gas
(league of starz)
gas
(lewi v.)
gas, gas, gas
gas, gas
gas, gas, gas
gas

[verse 1: problem]
i’m on like a phone, name ring
boy talking tough light it up beijing
everything bling, c-ck bang, hot as a lead shot
mami with the frame, cobain with the head shot
and i ain’t talking pictures, godly with my scriptures
life be a b-tch, poppin’ molly till i flip em
we we b-tch i’m on tv b-tch, ain’t p-ssy, ain’t b-tch
you won’t see me switch, naw!!
walk it like i talk it, pick my target then i chalk it
and hand made garments high as hollywood apartments
giving white b-tches charges yeah i got that plug
and my goon n-gga pig, yeah he got that snub
somebody’s in troub, oh mama, one triple o
feeling like a g no comma i’m finna go
bonkers on any aside a b-tch hit the floor
riding like a whip with low mileage, who need some more?

[hook: problem]
gas, gas, gas
gas, gas, gas, gas
gas
who need some more?
gas
who need some more?
gas
who need some more?
gas?

[verse 2: iamsu!]
and everywhere i go, i am more fly
and i don’t ride with pigs like security in bow ties
my city is a no fly zone, bullsh-t don’t fly
my last breath is how i.. approach mine
i don’t need a co sign, i don’t need a hand out
let my nuts hang everyday i go commando
handle my biz, like a wore suit
and i got work, i done had a horror too, horrible
and i gas like the d-mn chorus
n-gga born the truth, sting your -ss like the h-rnet do
try to warn the dudes, c0ke flow, got a bottom line, you can snort a few
cop jordans by the pair, actually i ordered two
been winning but it’s more to do, and i know that
me and problem go back, like throw backs, i throw racks
at broke cats, call it catnip, and i’m that dip
everyday i’m always where the cash is

[hook: problem]
gas, gas, gas
gas, gas, gas, gas
gas
who need some more?
gas
who need some more?
gas
who need some more?
gas?

[verse 3: los]
bad boy!
yo!, ayo!
i just copped the drop, disgusting new rims
b-tch i get scratch like i’m scuffing new timbs,
i could tell that b-tch bye like i’m f-cking two friends
then i tell that b-tch bye like i’m f-cking two fems
uhh gas honey for the head
like f-ck the tooth fairy b-tch i’m money in the bed
think my n-ggas loading up them 40 calibers to play?
my n-ggas throwing up flags like they challenging a play
talk sh-t to the sun on a sunday
then put the heat to you like the sun do a sundae
see what happen to your b-tch when you half train her
she get smashed cause my swag on gas chamber
if i thought that she felt love i neglect her
i turn a bad b-tch to a belt buckle inspector
i like tricks, like hoes, like sl-ts
if they ain’t tryna f-ck, that’s a problem like..
[problem] whaaat!!!!

gas, gas, gas
gas, gas, gas, gas
who need some more?
who need some more?
gas, gas, gas, gas

- problem iamsu lyrics

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