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cash out - drose (nj) lyrics

drose man
wow, that’s really retro

[verse* drose]
tell brodie to slide, to the cut
hit the back and i’ma hit the front
i’m in sum’ fast, as f*ck
boys hopped and i ain’t givin’ up
ain’t going out sad, i don’t give a f*ck
i miss [?], finna hit him up
while i’m chasing cash, you chasing a sl*t
while i chase the bag, she chasing a nut
i’ma just roll my runtz
no, you can’t hit my blunt
i’ma just slide in the truck
i’ma just dive in her guts
opps capped out
catch him in person like, “what’s all that rap ’bout?”
i took the fast route
just parked the shark, now i’m finna go cash out
like, who want war wit’ us?
no caller id, this ‘lil b*tch bored as f*ck
like, who want war wit’ us?
no caller id, this ‘lil b*tch bored as f*ck
baby too bad but a bop
yeah, his music hard but that n*gga a opp
’till i get in them hills, h*ll na’, i won’t stop
hold up this ol’ girl, she just have me the drop
she say, “this my sh*t”
whilе i’m up in her guts she say, “this my d*ck”
what’s that in ya’ pants? b*tch, this my bl!ck
yo’ ass gon’ be dеad if you diss my clique
glock with a 50 drum
whole ‘lotta shots, tell my hood got 50 guns
i’m in a bently truck
lil’ mama bad, i’ma beat her kitty up
perc got me dizzy, uh
burn wit’ gfeezy while i’m in the trizzy’, uh
glock got a switchy, uh
pour up a four, i just f*cked my kidney up
babygirl, come to the ‘telly
the way that she walk, i just know she a wetty
smokin on sh* and this sh*t got me deady
lil’ bro just got popped like some f*ckin’ confetti
no cap boy, i had to face it
‘finnatfurn 18 with some criminal cases
talkin’ ’bout, “go on a bracelet”
you forgot i’m a rapper? b*tch, i’m tryna make it
some of his homies is patients
3 n*ggas got shot and ain’t none of ’em make it
some of his homies is patients
3 n*ggas got shot and ain’t none of ’em make it
ain’t none of ’em make it
all the opps sad, can’t none of them take it
used to trap out the bas*m*nt
and they know i’ma make it, that’s why they be hating
b*tch, i ran out of patience
and they know i’ma make it, that’s why they be hating
b*tch, i ran out of patience
and they know i’ma make it, that’s why they be hating
that’s why they be hating

- drose nj lyrics

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