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bond (of backwoodz studioz and green streets entertainment) - gasoline كلمات الأغنية

007 ft. billy woods – “gasoline”
[emcee(s): billy woods]
[producer(s): 007 (aka bond)]

[verse 1: billy woods]
it’s all gasoline
casino dream, fragile chandelier schemes
alligator pits under br-ss rings
that’s not for whom the pendulum swings
i start rapping, applause happens, metal things
clapping, fingers snapping, feet tapping
footfalls of the shooter, i’m the glee
in the eye of a looter, the grave in your future
or ashes in urns. once burned
blunts sherm, short-term memory
memento. anybody i forgot
i meant to

[hook: billy woods]
it’s all gasoline
it’s all gasoline
it’s all gasoline

[verse 2: billy woods]
it’s all gasoline
hit kuwait with my street team, straight lean
crude barrels crazy full, i’m seeing
green, they’re seeing red, black foes stack
hoes, bodies stole where eyes cold, sold
souls for liquor and gas. ever since
been busting each other in the back
add heroin and crack—we’ll show you how to do that
d-mn. sold a million sacks, still got
lint in the naps
same corner you see me at. yeah, i’m pumping
yackses and trap, but, then again, the whole world
build like that. answers?
you seen what they did to the panthers
and you seen the pigs is in kansas
tiananmen square ain’t the place for gangsters
the scared k!ll the weak, and the cops
is right there, run up, put one in your
right ear. it’s all petroleum. f-cked
if you play fair, d-mned if you don’t

[hook: billy woods]
it’s all gasoline
it’s all gasoline

[verse 3: billy woods]
it’s all gasoline
it’s all gasoline
to gods and collard greens, microphone
fiends, it’s a good time to get clean
i’m done with triple-beams, ill triple-teams
still triple-double elohim
spill heavy cream, afro-sheen, stonewashed
jewels jeans, cross colors. still in
’91, motherf-ckers best get their
big brothers. 12:01, another
sucker born yesterday, swimming with spalding
gray, still be home from rap city
fifty-fifty? now that’s witty. try
forty-sixty, sitting pretty, fat -ss
no t-tties. why god gotta be so
thrifty? she can still play misty
for eastwood in a jiffy. ken griffey
n-gg-s swinging like bo, ain’t hit diddley
g’d up with no special delivery
back in front the bodega, i’ll wager
with weed in sock, 31 flavors, and a
broke pager, still broke many a hater
rather laugh now and laugh later
he who last laughs probably had a razor
got the shaft of life’s elevators
like them boys out the qaeda. good fences
make good neighbors—ask ‘em on the west
bank—that extra clip can be a lifesaver
play the back like point-shavers
double or nothing, double-pumping, napalm
with diesel, nah’mean? whatever
jojo, it’s all gasoline
(it’s all gasoline)

- bond of backwoodz studioz and green streets entertainment

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