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Gasoline Video (MV)




Performed By: Jlov3
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Justin Love




Jlov3 - Gasoline Lyrics
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I use to have homies that say they would kill for me
And then them same niggas that said
They would kill for me
Wanted to kill me
Niggas tried to shoot me and forgot about the witness
Mama stayed home alone and now I'm coming for revenge
No feelings ima pull up to the babysitter baby pictures
Ski mask and black tape gasoline yo baby sister
Niggas always talk about guns but they stay missing
My homies sit outside yo house but we play different
I ain't never shot shit but got a jumper like its 2k
I rather get money so I travel wit this suitcase
First class airlines welcome to the flight club
Champagne expensive liquor looking like a nightclub
They never should've ordered that so send the order back
First round draft pick looking like a quarterback
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
These niggas got me f*cked up its time to huddle up
Who really got the juice mix the dirty wit the double cup?
Late nights and early mornings shit about to pay off
These niggas on they period so they get the day off
I'm swinging like I'm tiger woods and I don't play golf
Just a trendsetter nigga and I run this shit like Adolf
Like the Lakers in the playoffs I'm too hard to beat
Had to pop me some pills cause it's too hard to think
Have you ever been followed home or put in the trunk
They say bullies get bullied so we gone fight for this lunch
Jab left jab right going right for the gut
If he throw in the towel we label him punk
Don't you ever try to push me cause im playing it cool
Never listen to them haters cause who making the rules
Put yo body in the tub or get dunked in the pool
The streets talk like a pastor you goddamn bastards
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
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English

I use to have homies that say they would kill for me
And then them same niggas that said
They would kill for me
Wanted to kill me
Niggas tried to shoot me and forgot about the witness
Mama stayed home alone and now I'm coming for revenge
No feelings ima pull up to the babysitter baby pictures
Ski mask and black tape gasoline yo baby sister
Niggas always talk about guns but they stay missing
My homies sit outside yo house but we play different
I ain't never shot shit but got a jumper like its 2k
I rather get money so I travel wit this suitcase
First class airlines welcome to the flight club
Champagne expensive liquor looking like a nightclub
They never should've ordered that so send the order back
First round draft pick looking like a quarterback
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
These niggas got me f*cked up its time to huddle up
Who really got the juice mix the dirty wit the double cup?
Late nights and early mornings shit about to pay off
These niggas on they period so they get the day off
I'm swinging like I'm tiger woods and I don't play golf
Just a trendsetter nigga and I run this shit like Adolf
Like the Lakers in the playoffs I'm too hard to beat
Had to pop me some pills cause it's too hard to think
Have you ever been followed home or put in the trunk
They say bullies get bullied so we gone fight for this lunch
Jab left jab right going right for the gut
If he throw in the towel we label him punk
Don't you ever try to push me cause im playing it cool
Never listen to them haters cause who making the rules
Put yo body in the tub or get dunked in the pool
The streets talk like a pastor you goddamn bastards
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
All money aint good money I made bail
Never trust a bitch that talk a lot
That's county jail cellphone tapped looking like a trap
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Writer: Justin Love
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