| Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
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| Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man, yeah
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| Call me snowman, I froze both chains, yeah, aye
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| Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
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| Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
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| Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
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| I’m gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
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| One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
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| Uh, one hand on my (on my), man I pray he don’t (pray he don’t)
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| If he play he gon' (play he gon'), he may not make it no
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| Uh naw, don’t make me make that call, we ball, no basketball
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| We all international, we flyer than an asteroid
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| No, I don’t like racks at all, that there get you wacked my dawg
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| Shootin' up a nigga family house, that there get my mans involved
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| Make me get at your mans and all, nah we ain’t got to pay it off
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| That sawed-off will knock ya head off, in the coupe with the head off
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| Been through one of the opps block, seat low, I got the chop cocked
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| Cut up one of their cars, got it lookin' like it been to the chop shop
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| Hell nah we will not stop, every night I prayed about a drop (every night I
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| prayed)
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| If you lookin' for some smoke we
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| Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
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| Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
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| Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
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| Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
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| Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
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| Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
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| I’m gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
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| One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
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| Money power respect, one hand grippin' my TEC
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| Whole lotta water drippin' from my neck, that’s VVS
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| Whole lotta lean drippin' from my cup, that’s CVS
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| Whole lotta pounds drop on the first, that’s UPS
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| These niggas want to be famous, leave a fuck nigga plankin'
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| Brains all over the floor, now I see what you thinkin'
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| That’s on Nut, that’s on Nut, In my Glock I trust
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| I can’t wait to bust, leave a pussy nigga stuck
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| Put your pistols up, while I ship on two cups
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| Twistin' my fingers up, whole lotta new bucks
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| We knock 'em down, you pick 'em up
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| They ain’t 'bout no action, they just talk about it
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| Leave the scene cloudy, lotta smoke around it
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| Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
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| Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
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| Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
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| Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
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| Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
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| Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
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| I’m gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
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| One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go
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| Move bags like a garage truck, huh, get your order up
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| Used to ride the Marta bus, huh, now they charter us
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| Nigga you ain’t hard enough, huh, how you want war with us? |
| huh
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| You ain’t startin' with us (nigga), you ain’t part of us
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| Grindin, lately I’ve been grindin'
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| Which car to slide in? |
| Havin' trouble decidin'
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| Whole lotta diamonds in the face, can’t see what time it is
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| I ain’t even signed a deal, I’d probably be swipin' still (haha)
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| On hand on that, huh, rubberband that, huh
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| Probably too much, huh, rockin' too much, huh
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| One call get you touched, DJ Screw in my cup (yeah)
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| We was down now we up, whole gang done blew up
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| Somethin' like propane, uh, too much smoke man, hey
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| Yeah, I ain’t got no feelings for no hoe man yeah
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| Call me snowman, I froze both chains yeah aye
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| Matchin' bling-bling for the whole gang
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| Workin' like a, GOAT, grindin', I need, hope
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| Yeah, shine when I get, up, one hand on my, uh
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| I’m gon' hold it down yeah, for whoever want smoke yeah
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| One hand on my Glock yeah, they know how it go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Propane , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album Freda's Son, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп