100 lyrics for "Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)"

I am francisco vasquez garcia I am welcome to almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy and half corona And leonardo and his accordione And kalamari and macaroni Come all you rambling
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I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut! I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut! I put my money on my clique, hot shit Coming out the barrel of my fifth
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Gotta let 'em know I'm here You know my vision clear Yeah, gotta let 'em know I'm here Gotta know my vision clear I ain't waiting on niggas, they would've left me in the rear Only God know what's up with me, the only one I fear I made a dub last year and
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I want you all to myself Your body is turning me reckless Ooh baby, you're making me selfish You make me, you make me It's just I like it more when the party ends You make me selfish I don't mind you hanging with your friends So we can turn the lights
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Telephone's ringin', it's your second cousin Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye Well you gassed her up Behind the wheel With your arm around your sweet one In your Oldsmobile Barrelin' down the boulevard You're looking for the heart of Saturday
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We're swimming with the sharks until we drown We're winning 'til the curtain's coming down In the Vegas lights Where villains spend the weekend The deep end The Vegas lights The lies and affectations So give it to me now
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