Lyrics:
gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship
(whole dick)
Yeah, real big drip (watch out, don't slip)
Lick on the tip (bitch, speak up)
She got big titties, no milk (cash cow)
We meet in bedroom
last toy
See this the fast one
I can't see cuz her heads by the dash board
Every diamond I got I paid cash for it
Bet not even ask for it
Ain't tryna
PLcYING OUT THE SCENE
Words and music by Johnny cimcrier
© 2023 Mineodale Music
There's nothing but encounters with them
To distract my
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
be faithful, Johnny Cash, walk the line for that
Otherwise, I'll just be single and I'm fine with that
Girl, why are you playin' wit' me?
Girl,
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
girl let's put her to the test
Hopping out the Johnny, cause we finished the quest
My whole family at a wedding
But I'm by myself, and I'm feelin' so
Yee
Uh
I just
If you ain't talking cash, you're off-topic
If you ain't tryna smash, you're off-topic
I just want cash in my pocket
Bitch you're
yeah I go by ClayCo Baby
Diamonds on me water, I ain't talkin' bout the Navy
Writin me this hook, I been grinding on the daily
Gang
I want a Nissan, I'm
to your indictment
Whether or not you like it, still, number one I hype it
Your album, rewrite it
How many MC's, wannabemceez
Never be MC's, cause
too
This is just the mixtape but the album gon' slap too
Goteem Goteem Goteem by surprise
New music on the way, and you ain't know 'til yesterday
Make
Hop up with that flrrd, like Talliban, I'm quick to gun 'em down
No Johnny Cash, I feel like I'm a star, now watch me take her down
Nigga, yeah, now
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
Yo! (True story man)
They told me I'm gonna be non
Now it's time to show they're wrong (Yeah)
I have 2 companies 5 sector belong
You all boost by me
Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Springsteen and Hunter
Ochs and Chapin, Mellencamp and Strummer
Billy Bragg, Jeff Tweedy,
Cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that
Like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gangbang
I tried to get
EJ zoomin out the ash
Came through with the cash
Most of y'all move slow
I move quick move fast
Real talk the boy dead
Or got got by the feds
They
punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin' checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin' ski masks
Who ain't
today for Johnny Cash)
(Thanks for everything, fella)
Yeah, love is a burnin' thing
And it leaves a fiery ring
I was captured by pure desire
I
her when im sipping on my cup
Got a whole album on the way by the way
But for now you gotta
Wait product on the way
I supply the bars
Sensai got
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
Niggas be hating on me, you know I love it (Huh okay)
Fucking your hoe and you know I be in her stomach (Uh okay)
I don't carry cash, my pockets
as they come
In my kind of country, yeah, that's my kind of country
We got Johnny Cash, Back in Black, Southern rock 'n' roll
.38, Skynyrd, turn up
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