paroles de chanson Push The Gas - The LJ , M.I.M.E

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Boy, we got sticks for real
We looking out for the opposition, we don't do this for mass appeal
Mmmm don't make me blast the steel
I put in work no Vladimir (Putin)
They want me to lose, but I can't momma shed like a thousand tears
I can't leave that shit to waste
I pull up in Mercedes, next year you gon' see me pull up in a wraith
All my niggas ball hard momma told me:
Boy, make sure you tie up your lace
When I was down bad, boy, I got on my knees and I started to pray
Now I'm breaking bread wit my young veterans
You wasn't part of the gang, no

Now we getting paid every single day
Yea, I was hustlin', I can turn an eighth to a 28 (let me show you)
Fuck 12 nigga they can kiss my ass
See them lights, bitch you know
I got the strap fuck around and push the gas
Now we getting paid every single day
Yea, I was hustlin', I can turn an eighth to a 28 (let me show you)
Fuck 12 nigga they can kiss my ass
See them lights, bitch you know
I got the strap fuck around and push the gas

Uh
I do the dash
On my way to the bag
Boy you know I push the gas

Yeah
Okay my timing is critical
They know my rhyming is pivotal
Homie the dash is digital, gas residual
Fire and smoke like I'm into a ritual
You bet my cash is long
I hit the gas I'm gone
Riding my wave
I've been here stuck in my zone
I'm boutta blast them off
Sliding off fate
I've been out here finding my ways, grinding for days
I've been shut all the hate
All of you wanting for praise stuck in a fase
In the little bit, little bit the place, yeah
Homie you don't wanna race, nah
Better to stick to your place, yeah
Want it all, I got a taste
Yeah, push on the pedal, now, I gotta skate, chea

All I ever known, put me on this throne
Been I've gone
Push my buttons and that motherfucker go
What you know? What you, what you own?
Push it and I zone
Son, I've go to the fucking roam
Ride it 'till the tone
Bring me guns, smell the fucking fumes
Y'all know what it do
With the crew, when we coming thru
Y'all all better move
Make it fast, ain't now second chance
Coming for your ass
Turn to ash, burning rubber
Now I'm bout to push the gas, like

Uh
I do the dash
I'm on my way to the bag
Boy you know I push the gas