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Cash out

[Verse 1]
F*ck n*gga, them f*ck n*ggas
My blunt bigger than these lil n*ggas
Keep stuntin' with your b*tch ass
You'll get jacked and Jilled, n*gga
F*ck wrong with these sissy n*ggas?
I'm smoking that Bill Bixby n*gga
I'm spendin' money, spendin' money
Ben Franklin dizzy n*gga!
Your b*tch on my d*ck, I told her I was busy
She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass be drizzlin'
That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin'
That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black b*tch and a red b*tch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing them hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain't working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that d*ck with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
F*ck you and who birthed you
I'm shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood
I'm bout it... I said I'm about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
B*tch, I'm drowsy
Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
I got bars, n*gga and it's happy hour!

Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas
Ridin' with a b*tch named Molly and she on Molly - ha!
B*tch I put my foot in your ass: karate
Man these n*ggas can't see me like a diary

[Verse 2]
Smoke that weed, let's get eerie
Nina shut up, that b*tch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, f*ck it!
Trukfit my b*tch up, Tunechi Li big nuts
I'm getting my d*ck sucked
I blow weed like it's dust!
Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I'm a made n*gga: Makaveli
That Mack-11: necessary
I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I'm the motherf*ckin' resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my b*tch hot
I'm tired as hell but my d*ck not
I don't gas no b*tch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y'all n*ggas act like lady cops
My n*ggas smoke like coffee shops
That's syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I'll knock you out
My b*tch titties is poppin out
We poppin' up and we get it poppin'
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin' out
Like Nicki's ass
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I'm big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your ass
I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star
Eat that pussy like caviar
She treat that d*ck just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherf*cker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the f*ck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
Hit a n*gga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we pass around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It's Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherf*ckin' day I'm cashin' out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your b*tch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
@LilTunechi, follow the leader, b*tch!

Date Added: 2017-08-25
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