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money, guns, bitches - sutter kain lyrics

[intro: sutter kain]
yeah, n*gga !
uh !
yeah, n*gga !
yo !
sutter kain on the motherf*cking beat !
black sunday sh*t, n*gga
yeah ! yo !
put a f*cking hole in your chest motherf*cker !
(stay ghetto metal sh*t motherf*cker)
this tha real sh*t !

[verse 1: sutter kain]
(sutter kain)
the anxiety’s over, emotional disorder
new album, in a third corder (yeah)
[…] never crash and burn (yeah)
cream made the track, […]
i’m about to blow money and about to go fast food, n*gga
never gave a f*ck, though !
i spit crack, the 60s and 8ball (buh!)
i’ve got a good*ass balance and i can’t fall (yeah !)

[verse 2: donnie darko]
in this rap game (yeah), ’cause i ain’t all
the only thing you ever shot was paint ball (uh*uh)
i’m told blessed, i’m blessed
the […] n*ggas is the best
’cause the rhymes come out of my chest (let’s go)
i put my heart to it
roll up a blunt, put a spark to it (yeah)
i’ve just cut the track, put a chop to it
d.o.a. and he don’t play (uh*uh) (yeah)
one shot turned his face in a […] lake, motherf*cker
[chorus x8]
it’s about money, guns, b*tches !
motherf*cker !

[verse 3: ???]
uh, same n*ggas coming up […] on their way down (right)
get down or lay down, this fake*ass better stay down (brrrup!)
i bring the drama right where you stand now
at your front door nice with mine, i’m already on the […] n*gga
i’m a 5*7 basket case
cash in the place then you in a casket case (yeah)
[…] gangstas, cowards, and peace*shooters (right)
my n*ggas pull up on load of chop and keep moving (what else ?)
the devil […] my bro […] my whip
i’m on a […] filling extra clips (yeah) for that extra sh*t
wargod a extra hit
[…] leave n*ggas like the exorcist (ha !)
i got money, guns, b*tches
my team don’t give a f*ck n*gga, we ain’t snitches (uh !)
the power is a motherf*cker
ak […]
[sl*tter kain: yeah !]
k!llers […] while we spitting on you motherf*ckers (move in)

[chorus x8]
it’s about money, guns, b*tches !
motherf*cker !
[verse 4: ???]
yeah i got guns and b*tches, and i love that sh*t !
4*5, big nines, black box with extra clips (yeah)
i’m on that […] sh*t, bag gloves, o.j. simpson
grabbing knives outta the kitchen
now his legs is missing
i turn a n*gga into an empathic
and tell me, where the f*ck this b*tch wanna run with me (yeah)
rude boy, i’ma put a hole in your wrist
like a b*tch is on a period
plus you’ll get your rib c*cked
a funny n*gga, but still beat my beast like red fox
with the ak, i’m on my belly like i’m f*cking hot, n*gga
don’t get it twisted like the n*gga’s […]
’cause all of you n*ggas try to beat […] (yeah)
uh, i’ll blow a motherf*cker’s brains out
and ain’t n0body home so you can that it’s lights out
n*gga
now my motherf*cking knife’s out (yeah), and i’m taking your wife’s mouth
and i’m f*cking her pipes out

[chorus x16]
it’s about money, guns, b*tches !
motherf*cker !

- sutter kain lyrics

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