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prota - outta gas lyrics
all these n_ggas got me f_cked up n_gga
do too much talking, shut the f_ck up n_gga
i told my homies, ay it’s just us n_gga
boy we gon make it, they can’t rush us n_gga
a bag of cash inside a duffle bag
moving low key but still living fast
i’m on this road to a bigger stash
n_gga never stop until you outta gas
my n_ggas on my left, my b_tch my right hand
they try and bury you in sand when you in high demand
i got so tired of thank you for your interest n_gga
can’t ever let a n_gga play me like i’m idris n_gga
don’t feel so bad we think different n_gga
that sh_t you had yeah we was missing n_gga
my b_tch get to the bag, yo b_tch in kitchens n_gga
that was i call 50/50 n_gga
i had the vision n_gga
clear enough to make straight hits and never miss a n_gga
careful with the b_tches that you choose, some of these b_tches got the
kiss of death, the type of kiss that take a n_gga wealth
tom ford, nieman marcus suits i use to shop at belks
bought my son the onesie cost a hunnid by its f_cking self
sometimes i gotta flex to show the real difference
14_karat cuban link my new edition
ay show respect so you don’t bring suspicion, my fingers itching guess it’s
money in my future n_gga, this real smoke this ain’t no
hooka n_gga, we really up before the crack of dawn
n_ggas think we roosters n_gga, and other folks just say we
ruthless n_gga, you find fun in drinking till you blacking
out like you on roofies n_gga, you and yo cl!ck a bunch of
goofies n_gga, they hear my sh_t and turn to groupies n_gga
a couple m’s next to the k i’m in between em like i’m
luther n_gga, i stayed the course this ain’t no fluke my n_gga
hear me loud and clear you lil toot n_ggas, i raise the
roof like i was luke n_gga, luke cage bullet proof the
coupe n_gga, my dogs come around and make yo sh_t
droop n_gga why the long face you lil moose n_ggas
is it because my sh_t boomin n_gga? is it
because i heard yo newest sh_t and found that sh_t amusing n_gga
we ain’t the same you can’t refute this n_gga… yeah
all these n_ggas got me f_cked up n_gga
do too much talking, shut the f_ck up n_gga
i told my homies, ay it’s just us n_gga
boy we gon make it, they can’t rush us n_gga
a bag of cash inside a duffle bag
moving low key but still living fast
i’m on this road to a bigger stash
n_gga never stop until i’m outta gas
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