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gas tank - trippy muzik lyrics

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(yeah) x3

hook (young j):

who got the gas (uh huh!)

kick back & relax (uh huh!)

haters they mad (uh huh!)

cause we on the map (uh huh!)

come to the trap (uh huh!)

you know where we at (uh huh!)

dip out the way, count up the cake, zip up the bag (uh huh!)

we got them sticks (uh huh!)

don’t trip you get hit (uh huh!)

designer the drip (uh huh!)

you like bro what that is? (uh huh!)

lil homie you mad late..

we done been to mad states..

fresh off the show we back on the road

filling up the gas tank!

verse (young j):

(uh huh!) x3

(yeah, i like that)

we don’t be rocking no tommy

she wanna eat my salami

on the wave you catch you can catch the tsunami

i be moving high speed super-sonic!

talk like you widdit ya head i be on it

call me big shrek you fiona

(uh huh!) x6

i feel like i can’t do no wrong

in the booth off the top of the dome

in the booth i feel like i have faith

they will call me a legend one day

(what you say?)

keep my word i ain’t never gon flake

so listen, if i come to the show please don’t flake on my back end

and don’t say i didn’t warn ya, when the goons up on you like what’s hannin

i don’t wanna see no emails

call my manager for details

this ain’t retail

better tell him cut the check if he wanna sleep well

say we got the tools and we got the gadgets

playing the cards we making some magic

she got on that dolce i know that she ratchet

she say she love me but i know that she cappin, yea!

hook (young j):

who got the gas (uh huh!)

kick back & relax (uh huh!)

haters they mad (uh huh!)

cause we on the map (uh huh!)

come to the trap (uh huh!)

you know where we at (uh huh!)

dip out the way, count up the cake, zip up the bag (uh huh!)

we got them sticks (uh huh!)

don’t trip you get hit (uh huh!)

designer the drip (uh huh!)

you like bro what that is? (uh huh!)

lil homie you mad late..

we done been to mad states..

fresh off the show we back on the road

filling up the gas tank!

verse (will $pitta):

boy you is mad late…

i do the fast race…

(skrt skrt!)

you can not p-ss me

i stack it the fast way

ball like i play in the nba

i’m calling your bluff do you wanna play

just talked to your sister the other day

she asked for a burkin on mother’s day!

(okay)

i been the man since day one

you do not ball no and one

she loving my smile cause i’m handsome

i wanted it all like a ransom

thought this was over this is not closure

giving exposure on the low

smoking that doja to hold me ova

thought you was gone but you not a ghost

gotta stay focused not in the open

went out to oakland for some dro

mix it like potion like it’s a lotion

did some promotion got the dough

keep me some gas to light me up a fire

i been in the city watch me go inspire

i stay on the road call me mr. tire

i’m all in your face like i’m on a flyer!

hook (young j):

who got the gas (uh huh!)

kick back & relax (uh huh!)

haters they mad (uh huh!)

cause we on the map (uh huh!)

come to the trap (uh huh!)

you know where we at (uh huh!)

dip out the way, count up the cake, zip up the bag (uh huh!)

we got them sticks (uh huh!)

don’t trip you get hit (uh huh!)

designer the drip (uh huh!)

you like bro what that is? (uh huh!)

lil homie you mad late..

we done been to mad states..

fresh off the show we back on the road

filling up the gas tank!

- trippy muzik lyrics

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