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GAS (feat. E.Faness) Video (MV)




Performed By: Aliimah
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Eddrice Weaver, Alimah Burgos




Aliimah - GAS (feat. E.Faness) Lyrics




I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got that sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

They tryna make food with my recipe
Put hoes in they Place, call me Sesame
I don't just rap bout my f*ckin' box, so what rap bitch gon be checkin me?
I be dubbin' like who finna step to me
Should put me on the flag if you reppin' me
Every time I rap along with these men, they see me, they all be respectin me
I make real beats, no samplin' shit, uh
On they necks, just tramplin' shit, uh
On a daily, ain't gamblin' shit, uh
Like eggs, hoes scramblin' shit, uh
I'm humble, but I am not pliant
I just be stayin' in my own Lane, Bryant
They say I'm a beast, but was they Lion?
Say I'm trippin', I'm stampin' that shit, uh

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

Could've had you and your man, I ain't want that
So I do yall both like Walmart, made yall roll back
I be tellin' the truth like hoes whack
Go against Drica, you get blocked, then we spin that
Juicy ass, it sits in my pants
Real bad bitch, put you in a trance
Seen my opp, he jackin' my stance
All the baddies doin' my dance
I'm draggin, you lackin, hit you like what's happenin', was waitin' for you at the door
To try and test Drica, and think you gon' pass, gotta laugh, is you really that slow?
Real niggas already know
Bad bitches, they stealin' the show
I see y'all copy my style, but y'all can never copy my flow

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz
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I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got that sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

They tryna make food with my recipe
Put hoes in they Place, call me Sesame
I don't just rap bout my f*ckin' box, so what rap bitch gon be checkin me?
I be dubbin' like who finna step to me
Should put me on the flag if you reppin' me
Every time I rap along with these men, they see me, they all be respectin me
I make real beats, no samplin' shit, uh
On they necks, just tramplin' shit, uh
On a daily, ain't gamblin' shit, uh
Like eggs, hoes scramblin' shit, uh
I'm humble, but I am not pliant
I just be stayin' in my own Lane, Bryant
They say I'm a beast, but was they Lion?
Say I'm trippin', I'm stampin' that shit, uh

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz

Could've had you and your man, I ain't want that
So I do yall both like Walmart, made yall roll back
I be tellin' the truth like hoes whack
Go against Drica, you get blocked, then we spin that
Juicy ass, it sits in my pants
Real bad bitch, put you in a trance
Seen my opp, he jackin' my stance
All the baddies doin' my dance
I'm draggin, you lackin, hit you like what's happenin', was waitin' for you at the door
To try and test Drica, and think you gon' pass, gotta laugh, is you really that slow?
Real niggas already know
Bad bitches, they stealin' the show
I see y'all copy my style, but y'all can never copy my flow

I got the gas, I ain't talkin' bout what the f*ck comes out my ass
They don't get a pass cause when bitches get gassed, they don't know how to act
I hit the gas, and I swerve on these bitches, Sade smooth like jazz
Yeah, I got the sass, and it's all in my raps like lemme go spaz
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Writer: Eddrice Weaver, Alimah Burgos
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