Lyrics

See I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) Yeah, I'm on that yeah, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say first I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas turn it up and make it smash Hit them with the Keith Sweat cause I'm a make it last Yeah your bitches like is my car, look like a outfit Put some shoes on that bitch count money till I get arthritis And my belt by Louis, and your girlfriend choosin' Keep your eyes on the road before you crash like a computer And my money long when I shop I need a road Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe Pull up in that two door, hop up out that two door Yeah my name is 2 Chainz I'm about to put on two more Stuntin' on you niggas if you knew more you would do more And yeah they fucking with me the long way, detour See I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) Yeah, I'm on that yeah, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say first I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean I don't love them hoes, okay you know I'm lying I'm trying to take a bitch like a Duncan House Everyday at VIP the way I drop the lines Told Shawty check your watch it's that fuckin' time Ok, I'm out my mind, shawty know it's camera time Life is a bitch, she'll never have it penalized Turnt up in my Trues and my low boots Cold in the booth, I should rap in a snow suit Get my trueys on, my Louies on You do me wrong and you'll be gone Ninety three octane got me gassed up Hit it with the codeine dick now I'm assed up See I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) I be rocking Trueys and my belt by Louie I hope that ain't your girl cause I know you seen her choosin (yeah) Yeah, I'm on that yeah, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say Yeah, I'm on that gas, and yeah, I'm on that lean We mix it all together and we call it gasolean I say first I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean First I hit the gas then I lean
Writer(s): Unknown, Tauheed Epps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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