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Chris Cash

Christopher John Bauman Jr. (July 13, 1982 – August 18, 2005) was an American professional wrestler, better known by his ring name Chri$ Ca$h. Bauman wrestled in many independent promotions, but is known for his time in Combat Zone Wrestling, where he was a CZW World Tag Team Champion. On August 18, 2005, Bauman was killed in a motorcycle accident. more »

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Reach for my chain and I know you won’t try me
Reach for my chain and a nigga is dying
None of this money won’t fold, origami
All of you niggas gon’ fold, origami
And I got a forty stick, it’s right beside me
And I’m just fucking these twins and they Siamese
Niggas they talking computers like Bobby, it could get Rowdy
Don go skrt’ in the lot in the Audi
We got a Chev’ we need some new routies
Doubted, all of these niggas they doubted
All of the fake love, I was surrounded
And Chris Cash, he stay grounded
You know a nigga gon’ remain solid
Cause, cause you know my body
I pull up shoot that boy right in his lobby
Feel like Dej Loaf and I want em’ to try me
Che he with me, yeah he going Scotty
G Marley got Treesh and she bussin’ off Molly
Now watch how I wave, this shit a tsunami
And he gon’ pull out the Lamb’ or the Rarri’
Can’t play no games with Christian Asare
Uh, no, no not Atari
I’m in the jungle, Jumanji, safari
We smoke a pound, of the biscotti
And I got a semi, we don’t do karate
Niggas will wack that boy like Gotti
Wanting to try me
Wanting to try me
Wanting to try me
Wanting to try me
That boy sing like Frankie Lymon
That boy sing like David Ruffin
That ain’t purple bitch, that’s Tussin’
I don’t want perc, I want Tesla
F*ck her all night and you know that I’m stretching her
Baby she loving a Nigga vernacular
Diamonds they glisten, the shit is spectacular
Gelato, I’m smoking it all in the atmosphere
I’m a big dog nigga, you is a amateur
No squares in my circle, check the diameter
Slime gotta touch it before I examine her
She gonna’ clean it real neat, that’s a janitor
She went with indigo, I went with lavender
Nigga your wins low but family matters
I got the green jacket, I got my masters
Mind over matter, don't hear none, none of you
Cap ass cappers, cap ass actors
No I don’t hear none cap ass rappers
I get to clappin’, all of these niggas they scatter
Know that we going through phases
Going through patterns, life a disaster
Think for yourself nigga, nobody matters
Nigga go run to the breesh, get it faster
Which one you choosing, boy I take the latter
I got a forty, it came with a ladder
Serve that boy right on a platter
I got, forty racks stuffed in that sofa
I got, young niggas serving that mota
Young nigga trap, Motorola
I got my bitch, she draped in that Dolce
I got, I got, zips of runtz, gelato and mochi
Better watch how a nigga approach me
G Marley, he told me stay focused
All of you niggas is smoking on midget
Watch how I ball, watch your pivot, I’m from the trenches
I’m with them niggas that’s hoppin’ them fences
Glock with extensions, leaving no witness
My niggas gon’ handle they business
Don’t need forgiveness, nigga it’s real
My bitch bad like London Tipton
SRT, I got that fishtail
Cocaine seats like Ashley Tisdale
Cocaine seats like Ashley Tisdale

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