lirik lagu co cash - cash n' gas
[verse 1]
i want the cheese, i want the dope
put vvs’s in all of my ropes
ran that sh-t up off faith and hope
ain’t have an og to show me the ropes
my n-gga, please do not approach
and get off my d-ck ‘cuz you not my hoe
and we got these if you want smoke
draco tucked in the louis v coat
she wanna f-ck, told the b-tch no
d-ck in her throat, might choke
why you mad at me ‘cuz ya b-tch chose?
hop up in the coupe with the mothaf-ckin’ doors up
started from the bottom and i rose up
rockin’ white, gold, and rose yup
look at my neck, it’s froze up
might as well gone put yours up
i just left my lil’ b-tch house
i’m on my way to the penthouse
this sh-t i’m smokin’ too lizzoud
dammit i can’t get the scent out
you not a boss, you a send out
i’m fresh as sh-t when i get out
if you a broke n-gga, get out
and b-tch i was ballin’ when you had to sit out
oh so you think you the sh-t now? you rockin’ gucci, and louis, and fendi
f-ck that lil’ sh-t, i got plenty my n-gga
new sh-t coming any minute my n-gga
run up a check by the minute my n-gga
cruising with p in the bentley
lil mama diggin’ my image
me and money got resemblance
[hook]
come up in the party with my mothaf-ckin’ .40 on me
tucked off in my garments just to guard me, i’m not sorry homie
i don’t want no problems, i just know these n-ggas plottin’ on me
pockets very sloppy on me
old money riding on me
[verse 2]
i got my eye on a h-llcat
smokin’ on stank, know you smell that
boy that sh-t mild, don’t sell that
can’t name a thing that i failed at
you out here snitching so i do not f-ck with you
you should go post up where 12 at
they droppin’ salt, where the snails at?
i run it up like a tailback
[outro]
ain’t gotta fake it, they know i’m the truth
these b-tches feeling me like a m-sseuse
poppin’ my sh-t when i stand in the booth
you got a check, well i got me one too
she say my intellect got her seduced
ice on me hit and i call it abuse
i’m bout my business, i don’t need a suit
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
ain’t gotta fake it, they know i’m the truth
these b-tches feeling me like a m-sseuse
poppin’ my sh-t when i stand in the booth
you got a check, well i got me one too
she say my intellect got her seduced
ice on me hit and i call it abuse
i’m bout my business, i don’t need a suit
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
imma k!ll anything tay keith produce
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