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skepta - gas me up* lyrics

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[verse: skepta]
we don’t get angry, we don’t get even (nah)
we don’t talk about beef by the way did i mention i just turned vegan (ha)
i need the pagans breathing so they can see my new top boy season
i need the pagans alive so they can know see that it’s still my time
i don’t know why they act tough online
i see them outside and they ain’t say nada (huh?)
soon as he say on sight we looking you like some vintage prada
looking for you like some archive pieces (pow+pow, pow)
jealousy in the ends, they hate when you bеcome successful
but in the trеnches we were all friends
how long we tryna pretend
i know they love to see me do well
but only when it benefits them
is it about money or is it about girls? (huh?)
either way i’m threatening men (greaze)
c just texted diligent, yeah, ’cause the outfit’s making sense
i told him it cost to be the boss and to be this fly is the same expense (pow+pow, pow)
and we just went triple platinum, check the digits (yeah, yeah)
most these brothers is tired and washed up, bro, but they won’t admit it
how many times have i dumbed it down to make a boy feel like he’s on my level
and i ain’t talking about kettles, i ain’t talking about precious metals
i’m talking about taking a year out, still, i can’t see no competition
can’t see anyone threatening my position (ha)
told d, i need a chauffer ’cause i’m so driven
should be in the backseat with both hands free (skrrt+skrrt)
right hand making blaze on the iphone
and my left hand gripping on the bb, it’s me
praise the lord for the life i’m living
big smoke records, alive and kicking
dinner in milan with the finest women
and none of us s+xing, nah, i’m just chilling
your taste level is my waist level
you ain’t never heard of the wine i’m sipping
heard you say this year is your year
then you better hurry up, boy, time is ticking
[chorus: skepta]
i need a card that don’t decline, every day’s a party
i’m with my brothers and my trappers and my chargies
and we’re still the same, ain’t nothing changed except the car keys, vroom, vroom
i told her to gas me up, i need the gasoline

- skepta lyrics

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