Skepta – Gas Me Up (Diligent) Lyrics

Skepta – Gas Me Up (Diligent) Lyrics
Gas Me Up (Diligent)
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    "Gas Me Up (Diligent)." - Skepta

    Album: The Fork and Knife
    Track No: 08
    I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party (Brrr, brrr)
    I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies (Big Smoke)
    And we still the same, ain't nothing changed except the car key (Ice)
    Greaze
    Yeah
    We don't get angry, we don't get even (No)
    We don't talk about beef
    By the way, did I mention I just turned vegan?
    I need the pagans breathing, so they can see my new Top Boy season (Movie)
    I need the pagans alive, so they can all see that it's still my time (Greaze)
    I don't know why they act tough online
    I see them outside and they ain't say nada
    Soon as you say, "On sight," we looking for you like some vintage Prada
    Looking for you like some archive pieces
    Jealousy in the ends
    They hate when you become successful, but in the trenches, we were all friends
    How long we tryna pretend? I know they love to see me do well
    But only when it benefits them
    Is it about money or is it about girls?
    Either way, I'm threatening men
    C just texted diligent, yeah, 'cause the outfit's making sense
    I told him it costs to be the boss
    And to be this fly, it's the same expense
    And we just went triple platinum, check the digits (Yeah-yeah)
    Most these bruddas is tired and washed up, bro, but they won't admit it
    How many times have I dumbed it down to make a boy feel like he's on my level? (Smoke)
    And I ain't talking about kettles
    I ain't talking about precious metals
    I'm talking about taking a year out, still I can't see no competition
    Can't see anyone threatening my position (How?)
    Told D I need a chauffeur 'cause I'm so driven
    Should be in the back seat with both hands free
    Right hand making plays on the iPhone
    And my left hand gripping on a BB, it's me
    Praise the Lord for the life I'm living
    Big Smoke Records, alive and kicking
    Dinner in Milan with the finest women
    And none of us sexing, nah, I'm just chilling
    Your taste level is my waste level
    You ain't never heard of the wine I'm sipping
    Heard you say this year's your year
    Then you better hurry up, boy, time is ticking
    I need a card that don't decline, every day's a party
    I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
    And we still the same, ain't nothing changed except the car keys
    Vroom, vroom
    I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
    I'm tryna slide it in just like a cash machine
    I made a milli' on this phone with a cracked screen
    So don't beat around the bush, please say what you mean (Greaze)
    Every day's a party
    I'm with my bruddas and my choppers and my chargies
    The same, ain't nothing changed except the car keys
    I told her to gas me up, I need the gasoline
    I'm tryna slide it in just like a cash machine
    I made a milli' on this phone with a cracked screen
    So don't beat around the bush, please say what you mean

    Writer(s): Skepta, Cardo Got Wings & Thatguynamedjalen.

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