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KID INK lyrics : "Gassed Up Remix"

One big chain, but it feel like two, though
Big $$# whip, they don't make it in a two door
Two big blunts to the head like a tumor

Steady laughing to the bank, (*##$, I've got a lot of humor

Hook:


I see you gassed up don't be a hype beast
Look around, ^!$$%s dressed just like me

I pull the same hoes in a white tee
Shine bright, diamonds need a $#&@ing ice tray


Eyesight gone, I'm a $#&@ing liability
Life been a (*##$ since I took that hoe's virginity
I lost my emotions, can't find sympathy

High off life and can't nobody intervene
(*##$, I'm blowing up like AP chemistry
Feeling like a menace since I went in on my enemies

I never gave a $#&@ 'bout a sucker ^!$$% anyway
The heat on the dresser, still tryna find my...
You don't wanna see me ugly, my inner beast

R.I.P. the club, in loving memory
Wake up in the morning and I can't remember anything
Probably shouldn't have drank with my stomach so empty

%#@!, I'm wild wing see it in my face
See the keys? If it drop, you should get up out the way
Man, I'm sitting on the world, looking into outer space

Sitting in the Range squares got me feeling out of shape
It's Alumni, (*##$, know I'm rapping to the grave
ATM, pull the PIN out like a grenade

And money rain all on that $$# like a bidet
It's back, gang bang, got 'em throwin' up that OK
All up in your face, in your face like "ole"

I'm just getting started, but the game is $#&@ing over
Hit you with that 5, baby, right up off the stove stop
Meet me at the Shell, Mobil or the Chevron, (*##$


Hook:


I see you gassed up don't be a hype beast
Look around, ^!$$%s dressed just like me
I pull the same hoes in a white tee

Shine bright, diamonds need a $#&@ing ice tray

I say Swagger ships hottie, Kid Ink, baby, KI

Call me by my name, but don't call me in the daytime
I don't really skate, but I got these (*##$es in line
All you ^!$$%s thought I would've changed when the deal signed

Up all night, take a look into my pale eyes
Gotta keep it G 'til my mother$#&@ing demise
Whoop it, whoop it hard, can't park this hoe

'Bout to buy a crib, babysit department store
I ain't scared of nobody, and I don't know no other way
Them dudes you with is nobody, we shutting down the VIP

Table full of baddies, bunch of Rihanna and Beyonce
Maker played his cards right, all I got is Ace Of Spades
Back to hit a home run, bases loaded, safe to say

I been $#&@in' on one, you just finally seen the day

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