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Artiste:
Cash Kidd
Titre:
Extra Extra
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Niggas out here tryna take credit for shit we did Let niggas get out there, feel me? Long as the job get done Extra extra, read about it I can't really vouch for these niggas like that, I know we about it Say she wanna fuck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it I ain't tryna' cuff, bitch that mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it Jail call, told he got a dub waiting and he geeked about it I done felt so much pain, sometimes I want to sing about it Niggas playin' internet games with the smoke, want to Tweet about it If it's ever up, nigga it's forever stuck, wе don't speak about it, just be about it Still be a chiеf about it Actin' like I'm broke, I just tucked off two hundred fifty thousand I ain't goin' back, I was down, they act like they ain't seen me drowning Motherfuck a key, now this bitch push-to-start like a drinking fountain Please shut the fuck up, why you keep on talkin' to me and you see me counting? I don't even watch it, why I'm getting this hundred inch TV mounted? Ran up a hundred off unemployment fraud, niggas sittin' around it Record labels blowing up my phone, can't answer cause I'm in the mountains, shh, we ain't gon' speak about it Extra extra, read about it I can't really vouch for these niggas like that, I know we about it Say she wanna fuck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it I ain't tryna' cuff, bitch that mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it Jail call, told he got a dub waiting and he geeked about it I done felt so much pain, sometimes I want to sing about it Niggas playin' internet games with the smoke, want to Tweet about it If it's ever up, nigga it's forever stuck, we don't speak about it, just be about it Too exclusive, brother called, got that shit on me, it ain't dookie Los from the 9 prolly pouring something stupid Ever since they did that racist shit, it ain't Gucci We don't speak about it I ain't rock the fire, niggas thinking that we tough nigga, we around I'm the reason, bitch prolly mad, her baby daddy want to be me Prolly more mad that I only let the bitch eat me Shit, don't want to hit it if it's easy I'm bout to start treating motherfuckers how they treat me It's only real love when they sayin' RIP me The Louie pouch hold that FN like it's legal The Nigga feelin' froggy, we might leave him where we meet him Extra extra, read about it I can't really vouch for these niggas like that, I know we about it Say she wanna fuck, wait a minute, hold up, let me think about it I ain't tryna' cuff, bitch that mouth the only thing gon' get a ring around it Jail call, told he got a dub waiting and he geeked about it I done felt so much pain, sometimes I want to sing about it Niggas playin' internet games with the smoke, want to Tweet about it If it's ever up, nigga it's forever stuck, we don't speak about it, just be about it