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lirik lagu shyne - spend some cheese

geah, new
my n-gg-z frontin’ on pumpin’ and dumpin’, leave ’em on the curb
ridin on twinkies i’m [unverified] gun under my fur
ma what you prefer?

his and hers [unverified] and villas, dope dealers and killers
who keep it real-a, chase paper f-ck b-tches they’ll always be there
burn blocks, bust your guns, rock your minks with flare
live for the moment, f-ck atonement

explain to god when you see him
[unverified] lease a bigger day, ’til your paper reach the ceiling
n-gg-z, we only live once
and i don’t know about y’all, but sh-t i’m on mine

like don trump, black ted turner, totin’ burners
open dope spots on every block
jumpin’ in and out of cherry drops
as the plot thickens, watch glistens

feds trail us, surveil us, tell us
not enough evidence [unverified] us
teflon, get knocked, put the bail up and get gone
in the name of brooklyn, vietnam

and all you f-ckin’ rappers, for the last time
the last name ain’t junior, my name is shyne
now take a paternity test, there’s no relation
i’m the f-ckin’ king, n-body stands adjacent

all i wanna do is get a brand new fifth
and a few ki’s, spend some cheese
all i wanna do is see my homies stay fly
until we all day and spend some cheese

all i wanna do is get this money washed
so i can lay back and spend some cheese
get right, live life, spend some cheese
g’s ice, gun fights, spend some cheese

bandana wrap, under my fitted hat
i got mines stacked, n-gg- where yo’ ticket at?
floatin’ countin’ the two turbo’s
b-tches, i burned know shyne poe
bad boy, who’s f-ckin with that?

i done burnt down new york, ran through dc
and this rap sh-t here, ain’t nothin’ to me
got my murder game down for real
gave lead showers to any coward who sold me flour

poe’s my power, these rappers frontin’ like they uncut raw
i’ll be the first to tell ya, they talc-m powder
actin’ like i know them, i owe them
’til i blow them, and leave they face in they f-ckin’ scr-t-m

one change on the pike, under the moonlight
headin’ nowhere fast, desert in the airbags
death’s around the corner so i make detour slide to the rucker
firelli’s burnin’ rubbers

pull up in front, let my sh-t b-mp
hop out, no respect for the cops
got the glock out, lookin’ for a knockout
somethin’ to put a seed in, nah n-gg-
just somethin’ i can put some ki’s in, come on

all i wanna do is get a brand new fifth
and a few ki’s, spend some cheese
all i wanna do is see my homies stay fly
until we all day and spend some cheese

all i wanna do is get this money washed
so i can lay back and spend some cheese
get right, live life, spend some cheese
g’s ice, gun fights, spend some cheese

n-gg- wait, push rhymes, push fives
push wigs back, push weight
runnin’ narcotics in over twenty-one states
thuggin’ and buggin’ i’ll crack your f-ckin’ chest plates

it’s good old america the great, the land of the g
home of the slave
where corrupt politicians and black gangsters is made
where you die at 25, shot up in your merced’s

ridin’ on blades, livin’ for today
f-ck peace, bustin at the police
young black and just don’t give a f-ck
you’d think it was the olympics the way n-gg-z be sprintin’

and jumpin’ when my [unverified] bust, pullin’ up in bigger trucks
like what? hand on my nuts
white gold smile, high profile
b-tches love the style

how the fur’s fittin’, gangster slur spittin’
for my n-gg-z in lewisburg sittin’
i got to get it like sisqo, it’s the don-da-don-don-don
switch flows faster than cops can shoot a black
as them bricks keep turnin’ and them blocks keep burnin’, c’mon