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valee - gas lyrics
[intro: valee]
bouncin’ with six sl-ts at the four seasons
hb on the track
rio mac
[chorus: valee]
bouncin’ with six sl-ts at the four seasons
and my motor breathin’, i’m at ruth’s chris feastin’, yeah
fill the coupe up too much, i spill gas
rolled up, i spill gas, tap the gas, it sn-tch, yeah
i just walked in saks and spent some cash, yeah
i just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah
i just parked on jackson in the jag, yeah
juicy, she got chanel on her back, yeah
[verse 1: valee]
my ex-ho was fussin’ for no reason
shoes, these overseas, sn-tched off, no key needed
sheesh, i got these wounded -ss kicks on my feet bleedin’
b-tch, i’m with a greek fiend, f-ckin’ then i’m leavin’
sheesh, i got this ounce of dope on my lap and it’s seedless
me and your ho strangers, chasin’ guap and cheesing’
yes, just bought this ratchet -ss glock, use for defence
squeeze it without thinkin’, and i’m sippin’ pink sh-t
fried your last petal, slap it and start geekin’
coupe filled up with gas, i can’t use that cheap sh-t, yeah
got this boujee -ss b-tch i always be with
always spillin’ gas, act like we don’t need it
[chorus: valee]
bouncin’ with six sl-ts at the four seasons
and my motor breathin’, i’m at ruth’s chris feastin’, yeah
fill the coupe up too much, i spill gas
rolled up, i spill gas, tap the gas, it sn-tch, yeah
i just walked in saks and spent some cash, yeah
i just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah
i just parked on jackson in the jag, yeah
juicy, she got chanel on her back, yeah
[verse 2: chi hoover]
dirt money in my brand new jeans, clean (stud)
pourin’ up that dirty but it came clean (drank)
opps, we do ‘em dirty, that’s a stain (count it up)
autotune the whip, ain’t no t-pain, aye (skr)
rings all on my fingers, b-tch, i look like mike
got two new hoes that look alike (yeah)
that ride on d-ck like mountain bikes (uh)
they love me ‘cause i look like mike
fill up fifty on fifteen
push that b-tton and fuel, no keys (skr)
backwoods filled with gasoline (yeah)
ride with all my day one n-ggas, like tires, they roll with me
96 plus 4 with me (100)
get bread and then count loaf with me (money)
got 36 onions in my bag, call it groceries (what)
bet your b-tch wanna go with me
might make her open doors for me (none of that)
sh-t
[chorus: valee]
bouncin’ with six sl-ts at the four seasons
and my motor breathin’, i’m at ruth’s chris feastin’, yeah
fill the coupe up too much, i spill gas
rolled up, i spill gas, tap the gas, it sn-tch, yeah
i just walked in saks and spent some cash, yeah
i just threw some knots off in my stash, yeah
i just parked on jackson in the jag, yeah
juicy, she got chanel on her back, yeah
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