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cold case - marino infantry lyrics

[verse 1: a$ap ant]
cash out, cash out
they call me young panna cake, they love me cause the money be flipping
i took that b*tch to my tour bus and then my d*ck, she l!cked it
i’m lifting the money up like dumbbells, i treat it like physics
these n*ggas my children, they copy my style, you gotta be kidding
i copped the car off the dealership, it came with a ribbon
i’m devin booker with the b*tch, she tried to cuff, i shook her
she thinking ruth’s chris, but it’s mickey*ds is where i took her
i’m feeling likе i’m malcolm x, shoutout to my muslims

[verse 2: lulu p]
mm, chains dance, book him
you know the p shook him
zipped out looking for your hoеs, boy the p took ’em
mm, smilin’, colgate
sh*t a cold case
i’m just tryna stay up out of jail and a hoe face
i’m just tryna stay dripped in that sh*t and get some more cake
you know how we play, got more game than ea
that boy there is a cheapskate, i do sh*t the p way

[verse 3: soduh]
i sell sh*t like ebay
on to philly like i’m freeway
i can see my hood from the pjs
old school trappin’, i’m trappin’ in [?]
like hold my squad, n*gga give ’em a replay

- marino infantry lyrics

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