Gas up

I said you could have whatever you like, yeah (yeah) Late night sex, so wet it's so tight (tight) I gas up the jet for you tonight And baby you could go wherever you like (if you like)

Then I might never see you, dear Spent it all up at the bar Should have put the gas up in your car

Brought the back out the V, nigga Fresh off the scene, nigga Watch me gas up, leave niggas We can hit the same ho, she bring that ass out for me different

A pig is a dirty guy, a sow is a whore A bastard is a mean guy, and a slut, well, it's a whore He who lights things up lights gas up, she who lights men up is a whore He who gives out massages is a physiotherapist, she who gives out massages is a whore

[chorus] It's been a lil' while since I been in the league A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats

You can have whatever you like, yeah Late night sex so wet so tight Gas up the jet for you tonight Baby, you can go wherever you like

We'll order up two bowls of chili; settin' the woods on fire I'll gas up my hot rod stoker We'll get hotter than a poker

타 올림픽대로 날 찾는다면 개성 까지도 가버려 발에 쥐 날 때까지 pedal I'm ridin' 주유소처럼 24 gas up 터뜨려 다 태워 big banging like 대성

I want to go peepin' round the moun, this is little go bad to prime Load on my back, wit' the quick year back to be to be get fucked see Bring yo' mustang, star wanna be a mother, put this gas up on the trip overri- Got up, where you, get you, got, up, where you, get you, got, up

[Chorus] Turn on the radio Nah, fuck it, turn it off Fear is your only god on the radio

It's been so long since we twirled around the dance floor I've almost forgotten how So gas up the pick-up I'll bring the babies

또 I did it again 엄마 항상 pray for this 계속해서 light that gas up 너네 머리에 Still I’m ooh 아직도 못잊겠어 이 맛은

Two-step, three-step, dancin' in line Gas up that old John Deere, take her for a ride Cruisin' 'round the court square every Friday night

I only listen to music from my crew! You're my enemies? Cool! Your style is like Spax, nigga! Arrogant but, unfortunately, gay KKS, the King of Rap, I gas up with kerosene Get the receipt book; I'll sign, you've been served

I'm bored, it's hot Let's play a little game of ready or not Gas up, drive through Pick us up a margarita or two

Then I will grant it Take whatever what you think of While I go gas up the truck Pack the old love letters up

[1st Chorus] Cause your train don't stop here anymore I ain't your gas up, rest stop swingin' door You can't just walk in

You don't care about the money, but now you smilin' Makin' love on a beach on a private island Roll the gas up, watch the sun risin' Hit the Louis store, pray they got both our sizes

We’re gonna pass by and they’re all Knocked down Like we’ve gone and forgotten how to stop Gas up maximum, step back and Hol’ up

Find a quiet place Plotting my escape With the gas up on my pedal No I'm not a saint