Lyrics:
Cass was the youngest and most
Beautiful of 5 sisters
Cass was the most beautiful girl in town
1/2 Indian with a supple and strange body
A snake-like
to motherfuckin' fed up
V is for Vendetta
I'm a G and that's forever
I'm way, way, way
way, way, way
way, way, way
way to motherfuckin' fed up
V is for Vendetta
I
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
after market
Ima go Aston Martin
3.5 Zaza in a wood this ain't no THC glass cartridge
How my opps gone do a drive by when I seen they ass walking
No bite
day, call Vegas and bet
By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J
Tell them niggas to bet against
Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make
the Rover (what?)
Thank God I was by Benz (skrrt)
Told my mama to pray I stay in touch with all my friends (Pray for me)
Hundred dollar bills on me now up
my song
Brain damage
Way before my baby daughter Hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D'Angelo Bailey
An eighth grader who acted
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
a fuck nigga, I can't fuck with ya
Wig split, peel 'em, pussy nigga killa
Face, I'ma stomp, body dumped in my trunk
Bitch
Glock by my dick, if you tweak,
like a kite by the hour
Hate nine one one but I missed the twin towers
Popped on a cop because I'm not a coward (aye)
Around my way
Around my way
Around
infront of a screen
My 5s are maroon this ain't Adam Levine
I got 5 million views on my music this week
I got 5 thousand bitches that's hating on me
Stop by the block, and I sold me a block (serve)
I poured a drop, I was sittin' in the drop (drank)
Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot
Now we
a coupe laid back on the way to perform
If you leaving with me then be gone by the morning
Shawty bad but i had to ignore her
What i heard about her it hit
this
Stay by my lone
I ain't fucking with no snitch
I said all that to say this
I'M THAT NIGGA LIL BITCH
I'M THAT NIGGA LIL BITCH
5'11" So clean with
time you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl, I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get
I've been rollin' on the freeway
I've been riding 85
I've been thinking way too much
And I'm way too gone to drive
I got anger in my chest
I got
you pass me by
I like the way you move your body
Girl I must admit
You're looking real fit
Let's chill for a little bit
I know you wanna get with
rhymes for days
Cat 5 cat 5 cat 5 hurricane forces
No we don’t play
Cat 5 cat 5 hurricane forces
Get out my way
Cat 5 cat 5 cat 5 hurricane forces
I
the 5 percent
By my lonely fuck a homie I don't trust that shit
Can sense a lot snake shit
The way these nigga's moving
Hope my homies see the fake shit
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Cuban Linx and kilos
We might get the rico
Pull up on a sucka take his bitch like I was D Bo
Got the four five in the six call it Cee-Lo
Buying
You got me spending all these bands on you
Damn girl, I'm hypnotized by how the way you dance girl
We in this club but I'm wishin' I was yo man
Yeah, yeah (Kodak) yeah, yeah (You know dat)
Way before my time, I was catchin' planes
Hustlin' tryna make a wave
For me and my family (me
much, so please reconsider
Thinking so much, am I just a sinner or a child of god
Life ain’t shit but a loud mirage
Get fucked by death that’s a proud
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