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propane - ej carter lyrics

[hook][x2]
hundred bill, no change
iced up, four chains
real n-gga, no lames
straight gas, propane
bad b-tch look like noname
chinese food that lo mein
no lean, no cocaine
propane, propane, propane

[verse 1]
gold frames, gold chain
gold fangs, gold rings
b-tch i put gold on the whole thang
straight gas, propane
bad b-tch look like noname
i can’t snitch say no names
b-tch i could’ve been in the dope game
n-ggas getting back doored it’s a cold game
fifty thousand just to touch some -ss
i ain’t smoking sh-t unless it’s gas
i pull up they’re like suffering succotash
i ain’t come here for nothing else but the cash
true religion n-gga i’m the deacon
trap pastor with the trap demon
n-ggas hate i give them every reason
squadron ball out in every season
propane got the squad chiefing
tlc you know a n-gga creeping
lil’ mama decent and i know she peeping
f-cked her back in the day we ain’t even speaking
f-ck with the squad now ya leaking
we at the top, these n-ggas peaking
you with the god, these n-ggas sleeping
gas only while you, n-ggas geeking

[hook][x2]
hundred bill, no change
iced up, four chains
real n-gga, no lames
straight gas, propane
bad b-tch look like noname
chinese food that lo mein
no lean, no cocaine
propane, propane, propane

[verse 2]
n-ggas they wanna ball, no game
it’s a tackle for loss, no gain
lil’ b-tch i’m a boss, it won’t change
it’s a drip when i walk, no cane
i pull up in a 6, no stain
i pull up wit the stick, no cane
all i want from ya b-tch, more brain
took a shot but you missed, no aim
all i want is the money, no fame
i grew up around k!llers, whole gang
they was flipping them chickens, no canes
f-ck wit me come up missing, no pain
i had no pot to p-ss in, no change
put in work just to get it, no shame
these n-ggas be acting so strange
talking sh-t when in fact they so lame
i am never with the chit-chatter
i will turn you n-ggas into casper
to get on my level you need a ladder
all that hating sh-t dead just like cadavers
sorry my n-gga i’m stating facts
i said what i said i can’t take it back
p.d.u. in that b-tch we gone make it crack
visit the lou you won’t make it back

[hook][x2]
hundred bill, no change
iced up, four chains
real n-gga, no lames
straight gas, propane
bad b-tch look like noname
chinese food that lo mein
no lean, no cocaine
propane, propane, propane

- ej carter lyrics

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