| See I be rocking Truey and my belt by Louis
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| I hope that ain’t your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
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| See I be rocking Truey and my belt by Louis
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| I hope that ain’t your girl cause I know you seen her choosin'
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| Yeah, I’m on that gas, and yeah, I’m on that lean
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| We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
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| I say Yeah, I’m on that gas, and yeah, I’m on that lean
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| We mix it all together and we call it gasolean
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| I say first I hit the gas then I lean
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| First I hit the gas then I lean
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| First I hit the gas turn it up and make it smash
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| Hit them with they Keith Sweat cause I’m a make it last
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| Yeah your bitch is like is and my car is like an outfit
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| Put some shoes on that bitch count money till I get arthritis
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| And my belt by Louis, and your girlfriend shoes
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| And keep your eyes on the road before you crash like a computer
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| And my money long when I shop I need them
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| Shawty playing good, man I think I found the toe
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| Pull up in that two door, hop up out that two door
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| Yeah my name is 2 Chainz I’m about to put on two more
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| Stuntin' on you niggas if you knew more you would do more
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| And yeah they fucking with me the long way, detour
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| I don’t love them hoes, don’t play me know I’m like
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| I’m trying to take a bitch like a to hell
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| Everyday VIP the way I draw the lines
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| Told Shawty check your watch get that fucking ten
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| Ok, you’re not on my mind, Shawty knows it’s countin' time
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| Life is a getting chill, never ever penalized
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| Time for trues and my low booze call
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| It’s cold in the booth, I should rap in a snow suit
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| Get my truly sound, my Louies on
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| You do me wrong and you’ll be gone
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| Ninety three octane got me gassed up
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| Hit it with the codeine dick now I’m assed up |