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King Combs – Gas You Up Lyrics

Gas You Up Lyrics – King Combs

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
(Happy Holiday)

No makeup, still fine, it’s the face for me
Body snatched, ass fat, it’s the waist for me
She said she don’t chase her liquor, but she chasin’ me
She said my waves on swim, it’s the tape for me
It’s only right I gas you up, it’s the face for me
Brand new body, snatched it up, it’s the waist for me
She said, “Tae did the wig”, it’s the lace for me
She got that *clap-clap-clap*, it’s the cake for me

O-overseas apparel, bitch, I walked in stylin’
Might take her to Turks if she keep on talkin’ islands
Twenty thousand ones, I keep dollar bills flyin’
Brand new Patek (Patek), I call it perfect timin’
She don’t need no leggings, it’s the ass for me
It’s only Birkins if she ever get a bag from me (Haha, ha)
It’s the laugh for me
She a goody two shoes, but she bad for me
Might, might bring out the Bentley or the ‘Rari ’cause I’m ridin’ different
Flew her to Miami, now her body different
Why the fuck would I stress when my diamonds hittin’?
Good dick make her glow, now she shinin’ different

No makeup, still fine, it’s the face for me
Body snatched, ass fat, it’s the waist for me
She said she don’t chase her liquor, but she chasin’ me
She said my waves on swim, it’s the tape for me
It’s only right I gas you up, it’s the face for me
Brand new body, snatched it up, it’s the waist for me
She said, “Tae did the wig”, it’s the lace for me
She got that *clap-clap-clap*, it’s the cake for me

Uh, I told him, “It’s the swag for me, it’s the bag for me” (Ooh)
Said he don’t but he eatin’ the ass for me (Ah)
Pop shit same way he poppin’ tags for me (Woo)
Tesla truck, nigga still be gassin’ me (Uh-huh)
I catch flights when I want and wake up on the beach (Mwah)
Pay bitches no mind but still got the receipts (Cash)
I came for the spots and the seats, the topic of tweets (Woo)
I’m in New York City, summer time, hot in the streets (Yes)
It’s the way the tits and ass sit (Uh), lookin’ mad thick (Woo)
Put a cape on this pussy, I’m a super bad bitch
You wish you had this (Woo), way above average
It’s the tiger stripes for me, I’m a fuckin’ savage

No makeup, still fine, it’s the face for me
Body snatched, ass fat, it’s the waist for me
She said she don’t chase her liquor, but she chasin’ me
She said my waves on swim, it’s the tape for me
It’s only right I gas you up, it’s the face for me
Brand new body, snatched it up, it’s the waist for me
She said, “Tae did the wig”, it’s the lace for me
She got that *clap-clap-clap*, it’s the cake for me