Romee Rombe - Gas

Aye, uh, hey
Ain't no hoe ass nigga for the cash
I'll call my shooter from the south to go and pop some tags
We handle business on the daily we can't drop the bag
This double R up on my pendant cost a couple racks
Can't trust no hoe cause when they takin they still drop them pants
Don't love these hoes just let em go they like recycling bags
She better not tell me she love me because I'ma laugh
I'll hit the gas, hit that ass, then I'll hit the gas
You see a nigga like me I'm Gentle till you get to crossing me
I'll zip you up then call my Haitians to go spawn for me
I'll fuck your bitch and break her heart and leave her stalking me
While she with you and bet your bitch ass won't even have a clue
I can be your trophy or your karma bae, get how you live it
I chase this paper cause I'm feeding my children no fucking with it
All she needed was some dick and attention but I got half of that
I'll give you some dicking but the other I ain't solving that
Both wrists flooded, Uh
Earrings studded, Uh
Necklace on froze and the weed stinking like garbage
I'm a drippy young nigga making moves, You see the progress
Got a white bitch, Ass fat like she came from New Orleans
I'm the shit bitch and I ain't talking about a toilet
Need a thick bitch Squirting all over call a custodian
I won't ever put my trust up in these hoes they blowing me
But if you wanna blow me just drop to your knees and bless me
Ain't no hoe ass nigga for the cash
I'll call my shooter from the south to go and pop some tags
We handle business on the daily we can't drop the bag
This double R up on my pendant cost a couple racks
Can't trust no hoe cause when they taking they still drop them pants
Don't love these hoes just let em go they like recycling bags
She better not tell me she love me because I'ma laugh
I'll hit the gas, hit that ass, then I'll hit the gas
And that's a promise baby, Uh
And that's a promise baby
Uh
Hey
Uh

Written by:
Jerome Baubien

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