3 - Gas Low by DIMKA Lyrics

Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea
Yea Yea

Get out of my dreams, Get in my Car
Everything Large, Everything Large
I could turn you to a star
I could take you real far
I could Turn you to a star
I could take you real far yeah yeah

Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
She like, where you tryna take me baby
Light skin ting you Jamaican me crazy
I don't know what's gotten into me lately
I told you I'll say it again
Wake up and smell the foldgers
Your boyfriend is a doljer
That nigga he a poser
And his niggas all control him
Your MCM like 27 and he talkin' back to his mama
But wouldn't say that shit to me though
Shoot a nigga like a free throw
15 feet, 6 feet deep pussy nigga nigga bleed slow
Red coming out his body looking like strawberry on burnt toast
I skrrt off like turbo
Burberry lines on the stove
Take 2 then fuck me good then go home
Yeah go home

Get out of my dreams, Get in my Car
Everything Large, Everything Large
I could turn you to a star
I could take you real far
I could Turn you to a star
I could take you real far yeah yeah

Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea
Gas Low Gas Low yea
But I don't wanna go home yea