Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Autogas , by - Tinie Tempah. Release date: 13.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Autogas |
| Uh, yeah, I put these hoes all in their place, uh |
| Rudeboy, I keep my bros all in my place, uh |
| Real diamonds in my Audemars, not fake, uh |
| Real pictures all on my Instagram, it’s not fake, nigga |
| I praise the lord like 40 times a day |
| Linked up with Dumi last week, he said it’s time to regulate |
| He said it’s time to regulate |
| Them private jets come early, never late |
| Rappers be stuck in a pickle |
| Like, 'Who want to fuck with the kiddo?' |
| They suck when they dribble |
| Malcolm got stuck in the middle |
| With two models up in the limo |
| Should upload the video |
| Ferrari, Versace,, Bacardi |
| Want something from Bizzle, she drunk on the dizzle |
| Definitely fucking, she buff and she jiggle |
| Yeah, I also told you, she shut down the shizzle |
| Gossip, I read the blogs on this gossip |
| Heard my man’s got dough online but no real dough in his pocket |
| Ha, swagger with lowkey cos credit card in my wallet |
| Dun know, it’s all good babe, I do it B.I.G, Chris Wallace, let’s go, uh |
| Tell me if you’re naughty, shawty |
| Tell me if you’re naughty |
| Change your life girl, you’re that Spice Girl |
| I know Scary, Posh and Sporty |
| I know black girls don’t like white boys |
| White boys don’t like white noise |
| You didn’t buy «Pass Out» or «Wifey» |
| That shit I don’t like, boy |
| Base |
| Man is on auto (Gas) |
| Gyal is on auto (Gas, base) |
| Man is on auto (Gas) |
| Gyal is on auto (Gas, base) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Man is on auto (Gas) |
| Gyal is on auto (Gas, base) |
| Man is on auto (Gas) |
| Gyal is on auto (Gas, base) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| Auto (Gas, yeah) |
| And now these droppers wanna love me |
| I knew we’d run the city someday |
| Mess around with who? |
| It’s gunplay |
| Fuck what Mum says, we even turn up on Sunday |
| Now they know me in another country |
| She gave her number even though I’m ugly |
| Hey yo, my brother, look we’ve come a long way |
| Yeah, we’ve come a long way, yeah, we’ve come a long way |
| Vibing and I’m feeling bubbly |
| I don’t trust a soul, so nobody trusts me |
| Motherfuck my teacher cause she never liked me (fuck her) |
| Talk about the dough, I be munching pasties |
| I swear I’ve been living grimy |
| Label want my tunes, but nobody’s signed me (no label) |
| I’m with a white girl and she’s popping molly (molly) |
| Neighbours complain, we won’t stop the party |
| We got the tint up, we moving the white |
| Got Jungle Fever, I’m loving the white |
| In Saint-Tropez and I’m all in the white |
| I’m in Dubai, bitch, I’m clubbing in white |
| A45, want it in white |
| I just got it in black, but I want it in white |
| My niggas do UFC 9 till 5 |
| Get the Cîroc, mix it all with the Sprite |
| Get the Cîroc, watching porn on the flight |
| London to Manchester, all in a night |
| Didn’t even know she’s a whore on the sly |
| Girl telling lies when she swore on her life |
| Dom Pérignon in the morn in the sky |
| Told her that she can have more if she likes |
| Pop open a drink, and she snorting a line |
| Told her she buff but she know that she nice |
| I’ve got balls of steel |
| I am the militant black guy |
| BDL, paratrooper |
| Salute the magpie |
| I’ll high-five man’s face |
| If a nigga don’t act right |
| Base, *fanfare* |
| Vibes, it’s that time |
| Bomb has landed |
| Pain and base: my branding |
| I’m sitting in the captain’s cabin |
| Man’s confused like how did this happen? |
| Flying carpet king, I’ll challenge |
| Street rat to king, avoided Bing, now the in-thing |
| I am (the true Aladdin) |
| Bottle of Henny and ready to go |
| Base Defence League all in my zone |
| I smoke zoots and roll |
| Take man’s chain and go |
| I paid that iron price |
| Came from the iron life |
| Only kings wear gold |
| There’s no game to the thrones |
| Burst the pipe, let’s go |
| Burst the pipe, let’s go |
| Step up the levels, I climb for the bezel |
| I shine, it’s peak for the levels of I |
| It’s peak for the metal may fly |
| Only God knows this life I chose |
| And rose my soul to fry |
| It’s skull and bones |
| Black and chrome, no snitching and hope to die |
| AL, bang bang, dun know, thugging it |
| Better have the block, I’m up in it |
| Usain Bolt, I’m running it |
| I need all, not some of it |
| Pick up the pace, let’s double it |
| Gyal link me, Ann Summers it |
| Muay thai dick to the face, she’s sucking it |
| black man, but she was bugging it |
| Gyal think you owe em something cousin when you’re fucking it |
| I know white girls with black features |
| Shaped bum, had mad shishas |
| I know white girls who go to black church |
| With their black friends and play Black Jesus |
| That turn up and burn up |
| Get grounded if their Dad sees this |
| This Junk Food, but in the new year |
| I’ve got a new album with mad features |
| You’ve got my guy, you’ve got that yout |
| You’ve got my man, but no niggas |
| I don’t sip lean, I said 'llow that |
| I said safe fam, I’m OK |
| I took his girl, I took that girl |
| With no game and no chain |
| My mandem said no way |
| Nuff white girl, no cocaine |
| Know that she nice |
| Know that she nice |