Gasoline Lyrics

Gasoline - Anine

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Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline

I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P

Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline

Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend

Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose

It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose

It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth

Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons

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I can’t afford to loose

We got bricks like BNQ

Got it for the low Split it between me n you

If I say your my dog that’s my dog I see the g in you

We use to go hard with that hard it was just me n you

Biting on the hand that was feeding you

I guess that’s the real in you

I can’t see no real in you

Lv your rent overdue

Feeling me she ain’t feeling you

Fake love I can’t get confused

Ringtone give me deja vu

Dreaming about a Bentley coupe

I put the work In the booth

I got the work in the boot

Pray that I don’t make the news

Shining with no jewels

Cartier’s give me clearer views

Talking like your bulletproof

If We pull up ima make the news

Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline

I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P

Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline

Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend

Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose

It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose

It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth

Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons

(Verse 2)

Locked up Ina Room full of vultures

You Gtta move how a savage move

Pull up with 2 rambos Im in a savage mood

Feds raided the bando they crashed the whole room

Tags all on my ankle tryna stop my moves

Roller blade

I’ve been on the roads

Court date to tour dates

We Sold out bando tours

N if they try violate

Ima paint the floors

Trap politics a dying game

They only respect violience

Lil shorty wanna roll

I hit it raw this ain’t l-o-v

N she just wants Dior n some new celine

I’m scared of John Doe

Cos the roads full of rats n police

I get dirty money but my heart stil clean

Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline

I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P

Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline

Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend

Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose

It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose

It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth

Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons