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push the gas, pt. ii - m.i.m.e x the lj lyrics

[chorus: m.i.m.e]
40’s on the pedal, i’m focused (know this)
rollin’ with a couple of my soldiers (horses)
we got hp like sauces (sauce)
now she wanna ride like horses (horses)
peanut b*tter seats, said; skippy
comin’ for the ride, get trippy
goin’ for the dibby
did it for the team, all winning
now i got width like diddy
talkin’ ’bout porches, beamers, rovers
turn a hooky to a benzo
i’ve been skirtin’, skirtin’, skirtin’
switchin’ lanes and smokin’ ango, (that’s on god!)
first thing i do when i got mine was tint the windows
drop the top, push the gas and feel the wind blow

[verse]
bein’ bailed from a chevy
sports mode, make it gut spaghetti
and my breads real long so the cuts spaghetti
that’s three*hundred on the dash
barely see me as i pass
time is money so i’m always goin’ fast life
i* i ain’t move slow, live the fast life
roll in the dark so i never need a flashlight
f*ck out my way on the road
foot on the gas and i’m loud on the blow, like…
they know how to live it, i’m ahead of ’em
i ain’t even lookin’, i be playin’ with them veterans
never switch lanes, roll planes, rip the sediment
never ask for lames, small brains and it’s evident
rip four 40s, make your b*tch my shorty
in a house like corry, in her mouth like ‘sorry’
yeah, i’m blessed (blessed)
yeah, tell ’em who’s next
we know what’s coming, i stress, like..
[bridge: m.i.m.e]
f*ck up my day, y’all ain’t done sh*t so it’s makin’ me sick
grindin’ my gears so i’m throwin’, i’m shiftin’
trying to shake but they stuck on my stick
f*ck with my clique, f*ck with my b*tch
bullets gon’ fly if you stuck in a ditch
tell i’m not playin’ no more, i’m ready for war
if you f*ck with my soldiers, get it, brahh! (drama)

talkin’ ’bout porches, beamers, rovers
turn a hooky to a benzo
i’ve been skirtin’, skirtin’, skirtin’
switchin’ lanes and smokin’ ango, (that’s on god!)
first thing i do when i got mine was tint the windows
drop the top, push the gas and feel the wind blow
[verse: the lj]
random bullets, run it up, i’ma push the pedal
gotta match the speed in the amg and the benzo
got a lot of weed in the n*16, that’s a felony
i ain’t tryna be a n*gga, rockin’ orange jumpsuits
’cause you know i do it like ’12 (f*ck ’em!)
they can go to h*ll
pedal to the metal, let the lord prevail
[?]
n*ggas walkin’ up on my steps from the blueprint
but they trip and fall on the shoes from my shoeprint
feel like i’m [?] from [?] everything feel so lucid
said that you vibe then my n*gga you gotta prove it
uh, rockin’ up like i’m ’bout to use a pool stick
you wearin’ no diamonds, that sh*ts a [?]
[?], rollin’ up a cigar and talkin’ ’bout no cubans
b*tch, talk to me nice, don’t wanna see me lose it

[bridge: the lj]
i do the dash on my way to the bank
n*gga, i push the gas, number one, you a last
see the lights in my rear view, there not peelin’ fast
sippin’ on a good [?], but i fill the glass
if they catch up to me then they gon’ raise my wrath
i got this machine with a scope in the back
could even blame me, i came up in the trap
one hand on the wheel, other hand on the strap

- m i m e x the lj lyrics

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