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niragi 2 - cashleaders lyrics

when left alone man is a creature that plunders rapes k!lls
so shouldn’t we revel in it
what’s wrong with living our true selves

pull up and hop out j*e*double*f get guap now
shot your shot then you got shot down
and i got a chick pregnant in the lockdown
ran off my son better thank my c*ck now
laying down tracks like a railway network
lyrical n*gga like i’m earl sweatshirt
have you bobbing your head till your neck hurt
been running this sh*t till my f*cking legs hurt
man my own bank tried f*cking up my dough
had ten racks that i wanted to blow
jay what you gonna spend that on
whole lotta hookers and blow
crooked like a creek in the flow
booked up like i don’t need to do shows
hooked up with a couple dealеrs in a drought
bagged up weekly from mexico
ay shouts out to the cartеl
war on drugs n*gga what’s a hard sell
all along the border we got open clientele
moving this weight like a f*cking barbell
and it’s gassed up like it’s f*cking petroleum
prices ain’t right so i still stay holding them
feds on the lookout they be patrolling them
n*gga online just straight trolling them
i get the bag sometimes i fumble it
haters get mad like why he ain’t double it
it’s mine to enjoy n*gga have fun with it
i’m a big tipper here’s for your trouble kid
i like guns but i ain’t a republican
i like fish just like i’m a pelican
these snowflakes they be way too delicate
dress to cold face it i be elegant
still on point like i need a writer
thinking outside the box when i’m inside her
all along the web like i could’ve been a spider
told her i got the flame and i wouldn’t light her
shouts out big jay legion of sk*nks
dab era got me going insane
political n*gga i think that i’m dave
need a puerto rican babe to visit my snake
i got a bag on the 5th
i got a bag on the 6th
i got a bag on the..
do i have to keep going on this
i got the ratchets staying on past this
i take the molly and flip it in acid
i take the bodies and dip them in acid
n*gga named polly wanna pop crackers
i’m at the party trying to f*ck this black chick
who’s in love with this j*panese chick she smashing
who rolls sushi right next to my campus
on christmas i do sh*t like i’m krampus
poor little kids hiding under the mattress
i kidnap them and hold them for ransom
shouts out to my gang you know where the cash is
bunch of crazy n*ggas who don’t ever pay taxes
ayy i got my fangs out and they gonna stay out
me and blade at the all*night rave hangout
this sh*t right here you don’t wanna be in
white folks saying jay euro*pean
i got the vision even stevie can see it
this summer i’m too busy carpin’ my dms dms dms dms dms
no*nonsense home*sense homestead
you wouldn’t know style if it knocked you up your head
i like my girls when they’re fed
get her to stop chasing my bread
jesse pinkman one link one call
gusto fring, my mix too raw
cooking up a batch walter white never saw
i’m a slimy*ass n*gga but i call saul
in the end
i am just alone

- cashleaders lyrics

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