This how i hear it different
With gas chambers, guards with cannons and
I'm banking a full tank, you're running on low gas
And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
Because there's no fuel to hold our gas
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
Fill you gas tank with fucking fear
Of the nearest gas station,
It's a -- situation
Still got my nike boots
Make him inhale the gas fumes
She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas
Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash
But here we show, there it goes, i remember gas stations,
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
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