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cash flow - g man lyrics

[intro]
(tre made the motherf*cking beat—beat—beat go, n*gga)

[verse]
smerkish b, yeah, that’s my brother, he a cold n*gga
four fifth’ll clear the scene out for speaking bold, n*gga
that’s your baby daddy? well, on the b, that n*gga told, n*gga
all my n*ggas solid, they’ll never ever fold, n*gga
ten lettas, it’s the takeover, my n*ggas home, n*gga
overcook his noodles like pasta with this pole, n*gga
funk over a b*tch, man, that’s only for them hoes, n*gga
stacking all this dough, straight blues, it can’t fold, n*gga
f*cking on this b*tch and she like a young cold n*gga
going money crazy on these n*ggas, they can’t relate to it
n*ggas say they solid to they gang but they fake to it
n*ggas want the funk, well, i’ma show you how the k do it
gang, aye, b*tch, yeah, we tripping
pull up on your block with that f*cking scottie pippen
blood tried to run so i hit him from the distance
his main b*tch on my d*ck, well, i’ma show her what she missing
b*tch, huh, i love that cash flow
bad ass b*tch, i had to get it out her assh0l*
south sac iraq where you p*ssy n*ggas can’t go
free my brother dice, he been rocking in that f*cking hole, b*tch

- g man lyrics

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