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letra de burnin' gas - awthentik

[intro]
can’t you see i’m on the telephone?

[chorus]
yeah, we just burnin’ gas, burnin’ h-lla gas
i’ma smoke it ’til it’s… i’ma smoke it ’til it’s ash
roll another fast, roll another one (okay)
i got my foot up on that gas, i’ma smoke it ’til it’s
i-i’ma smoke it ’til it’s ash, i got one hand on that -ss
one hand on that wheel (yeah), one hand on that wheel (yeah)
yeah, we just burnin’ gas, burnin’ h-lla gas (okay)
yeah, we just burnin’ gas, burnin’ h-lla gas

[verse 1]
big body, i’m laid back goin’ 45 on that highway
she could talk a hole in your ear
all i’m hearin’ is blasé-blah-blasé-blah
girl, just roll this up, i’m like allé
french girl that i’m french kissin’, i met her from my homie, yahweh
cornwall, i drive slow
then she ran like kanye about
how she been fired up all day
and how she got fired on her off day
boss hatin’, they always waitin’ for her to make a mistake
in breakin’ up weed all on my dashboard and she skippin’ tracks like fast-forward

[refrain]
i got to find us another way, she got this look in her eyes
i’m ’bout to roll me another j, she blowin’ smoke in the sky
air freshener back on it
loose cannon, my rap wanted
runnin’ sh-t like (what is the matter with you?)
i’m eatin’ good, i’m fat farmin’
rick rubin that whip fly, no spare tire, no jack for it
i ain’t sippin’ no coca-cola, no jack pourin’, my pack gorgeous
backwoods, i’m zigzaggin’
old school, no benz wagon
rear view about to pull me over
spanish cop, that’s pig latin (that’s pig latin)

[verse 2]
burnin’ tires in the parking lot, my brother pull up in the old school
my homie louis in a nsx and we countin’ it up like pro tools
the motor swapped in the honda civic and it’s here forever like soul food
filipino ridin’ shotgun, eatin’ wontons and tofu
i grind it up and that weed turnin’
tire smokin’ that tree burnin’
volkswagen that chick german, i’m talkin’ about it like chris berman
but i ain’t lookin’ like oj, i’m a og in the park turnin’
cops tryna pull n-gg-s over, they don’t like ’em like mark fuhrman

[refrain]
i got to find us another way, she got this look in her eyes
i’m ’bout to roll me another j, she blowin’ smoke in the sky
i seen them n-gg-s the other day, they probably want me to die
dopeboy in that front seat, they probably want me to ride
fly by, no drive-by, two black dudes with black dreads
one corner, two phones on ’em, two bags on ’em, two crackheads
backwoods, i’m zigzaggin’
old school, no benz wagon
rear view about to pull me over
lookin’ at me like bin laden (like bin laden)

- awthentik

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