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nigga - casino lyrics

[intro: casino]
(atl jacob)
jake goin’ crazy

[verse 1: casino]
boss n*gga, three mill’ in the loft, n*gga
foreign car, eighty racks on exhaust, n*gga
f*ck a stripper, tell that ho, “get lost,” n*gga
ninety racks on my cross, n*gga
drop a bag on your head, them k!llers at your neck, n*gga
pop out for this green, i’ma spend this, n*gga
your b*tch, she suckin’ d*ck so i ain’t kiss her, n*gga
got k!llers ’round the studio where i’m at, n*gga
you broke so you can’t hang ’round no boss n*gga
you worser than a b*tch, you talk too much, n*gga
what’s a quarter million, n*gga? that ain’t up
n*gga, i been tryna fill a house up
two sprinters, n*gga, back to back filled with cash
two foreigns, n*gga, hard top, the drop top
three lambs’, n*gga, and he flipped the whole clip
taliban, n*gga, masked up and totin’ sticks
i don’t trust you n*ggas, i’m straight on all that hatin’
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas if they ain’t bangin’ what i’m bangin’
man, f*ck these n*ggas if they ain’t claimin’ what i’m claimin’
you a p*ssy n*gga and you doin’ all that singing (rat)
we k!llin’ n*ggas
leave a n*gga stankin’, n*gga
give a f*ck about you n*ggas
k!ll his whole family, n*gga
yеah, boss man i am, n*gga
a gettin’ money real n*gga
lil mеxico, kirkwood, n*gga
yeah, swamp n*gga, taliban, n*gga
[verse 2: young thug]
i got homies that steal the car and flip the vin, n*gga
i put “f*ck twelve” on both of my shins, n*gga
y’all n*ggas singin’ like mariah carey, n*gga
n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
hood n*gga, my baby mama missin’, n*gga
hood n*gga, my baby mama’s missin’, n*gga
five*hundred k spent in one day, lil’ n*gga
i just copped the benz and the tesla, n*gga
fifty rings on, i think i’m s*xy, yeah, n*gga
pocket full of lettuce and radish, lil’ n*gga
couple racks inside my pants, they was heavy, n*gga
n*gga, it’s a knife, it’s the ‘chete, n*gga

[verse 3: unknown artist]
i just f*cked my homeboy b*tch with a hublot on my wrist
i turned your b*tch onto different [?] sh*t
i left all my kids in your ho mouth, now he got sick
i got every b*tch a [?] on my d*ck
i got your b*tch throwin’ it back screamin’ out that [?] sh*t
man, these n*ggas wanna pillow talk to all these b*tches
after i f*ck your b*tch, i pass her to my n*gga [?]
i could never ever be a f*ck n*gga, yeah

- casino lyrics

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