You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
Now when she blow my phone I don't text her
And you gettin' way to close I could measure
Got to get this shit now or it's never
If she beggin' to leave why don't you let her
Why you mad because I got it on my own
Say you love me but I know that you don't
Never thought it was enough I need some more
When they see me, they face stuck on froze
Imma' just keep going count these racks (Aye yuh)
She just like the way a nigga rap (Aye yuh)
When she hear this she gon' play it back (Aye yuh)
Can't hear what you sayin' I count stacks (Aye yuh)
I might have to do you
Watch how I maneuver
I just left your bitch house, she paid for my uber
I just got to ask you can you tell me what you doing
I guess that you stupid or were you really clueless
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
She want me she want us
We don't care
We want lust we want some
So throw it here
Same things that I tend to hear
But if you really that scared
There's just no need to fear
What you thought was never gonna happened so
All I want is my dream to just be lavish though
Late night girls be doing they dance so
Later I watch how she unbuckle my pants
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
Maqel - My Uber Gassin' (feat. Mando) Lyrics
Maqel - My Uber Gassin' (feat. Mando) Lyrics
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You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
Now when she blow my phone I don't text her
And you gettin' way to close I could measure
Got to get this shit now or it's never
If she beggin' to leave why don't you let her
Why you mad because I got it on my own
Say you love me but I know that you don't
Never thought it was enough I need some more
When they see me, they face stuck on froze
Imma' just keep going count these racks (Aye yuh)
She just like the way a nigga rap (Aye yuh)
When she hear this she gon' play it back (Aye yuh)
Can't hear what you sayin' I count stacks (Aye yuh)
I might have to do you
Watch how I maneuver
I just left your bitch house, she paid for my uber
I just got to ask you can you tell me what you doing
I guess that you stupid or were you really clueless
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
She want me she want us
We don't care
We want lust we want some
So throw it here
Same things that I tend to hear
But if you really that scared
There's just no need to fear
What you thought was never gonna happened so
All I want is my dream to just be lavish though
Late night girls be doing they dance so
Later I watch how she unbuckle my pants
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
Now when she blow my phone I don't text her
And you gettin' way to close I could measure
Got to get this shit now or it's never
If she beggin' to leave why don't you let her
Why you mad because I got it on my own
Say you love me but I know that you don't
Never thought it was enough I need some more
When they see me, they face stuck on froze
Imma' just keep going count these racks (Aye yuh)
She just like the way a nigga rap (Aye yuh)
When she hear this she gon' play it back (Aye yuh)
Can't hear what you sayin' I count stacks (Aye yuh)
I might have to do you
Watch how I maneuver
I just left your bitch house, she paid for my uber
I just got to ask you can you tell me what you doing
I guess that you stupid or were you really clueless
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
She want me she want us
We don't care
We want lust we want some
So throw it here
Same things that I tend to hear
But if you really that scared
There's just no need to fear
What you thought was never gonna happened so
All I want is my dream to just be lavish though
Late night girls be doing they dance so
Later I watch how she unbuckle my pants
You ain't really love me you was gassin' it
So I had to get the bag to put the racks in
Now whenever I pull up I'm with the baddest bitch
I swear to god she so fine on that classy shit
Go ahead do your dance
Do your dance
Turning up and I feel like the man
Why u mad if your girl is a fan
Did it once just to do it again
Writer: Armando DeLa'O, Maqel Colon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid