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QT motherfucker late fees motherfucker
I’m dropping N bombs like what motherfucker
Transform motherfucker

the Melanin 
stung by a jellyfish? I'm sellling R. Kelly's piss 
""Who wan' rank?"" on some 'Belly' shit 
Fuck every president First lady the immigrant 
Don't

it
Yeah, took a look at my old neighborhood, man I just flew by it
Look at the snakes they bite, I get the cash I might
I might just drop tonight

lekcje

Pozdrawiam serdecznym gestem
Na chuj się wypowiadasz gówno wiesz o tym kim jestem (aha)
Moim celem jest mieć cash
Mówię to otwarcie tak jak to skąd

stamps for cash just to get up on the fat pad
So when you see me on your block watch your back
Cause Monoxide will lay a motherfucker out flat

[Hook]

after your laughter 
page by page, I'm turning another Chapter 
my heart's caged it's clear that you are the Captor 
Clear that you are the captor,

but I still bounce back

I was broke
I used to dream about havin’ cash
I just got a check and I
Started doin’ the cabbage pass
I’m the essence

slide for a nickel
(Let's get 'em) we the task force shakers
Getting cash off wavers
Only time you seeing me is
When I pass off paper (Woo)
White

I'm locked in
Ain't no stoppin'
Take this beat produced by me
And put it in a coffin
Yeah, I'm ballin'
Call me Harden
Got this pressure on my back

nostalgic
No more stumbling
Falling Crawling
Fuck ups, up at night, sad boy bawling

Plagued by anxieties
Lacked priorities
Minds dense forestry
This is my

An' no it's never gonna be the same

Dem blinded by the flashy lights (flash)
Wan some dear jeans wit some cash inna it
You see di old man talk seh

to cash checks
So don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
Now assets you get back what you put out
Even if you take the good route
Can't count the hood out

the audit
Nah, I'll still drink it if
You don't got tonic
Don't tempt him, running from the gremlins
Home fortified like the Kremlin
Looking for cash and some

depressed and shave your moustache ready for the back lash
Ain’t got no cash that can save you from being mashed and slashed by me
What is it you’re saying

Put the Lead on Ya

Dru Down

Operation Stackola

1995

rid of you
Then that's more cash in the pot
I got a rival now
The turf is showin' what it's worth
I gotta pack a gat for survival now
They just

Through the glass at the dude with cash getting gas for sure
They saw his car by the leaded and unleaded pumps
The worker would serve him, head down,

Dig It

Dirty Sanchez

Really Rich Italian Satanists

2004

i see a peice of ass chillin' at the club,
and it walks right by me givin' me a rub.
i buy a drink and i flash mad cash,
and i tell you that i

your spine
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’ll drop you like a dime

Crime by design, goin’ crazy, out my mind
Spillin’ blood of a snake, put it on a line

Woah I will
I will I will I will I will
If I said I will
Every second every minute passing by me I cannot chill
Straight up
Feel threatened my voice

sacrifice and I'm visioning many caskets
Ashing spliffs on cold stiffs, penetrated by maggots
Puffin on smoke, out of this world, better yet its galactic
You

'ne Party, denn er kann es nicht leugnen
Ich bekomm' Vergütung für ein Pussy-Appointment
Life so sweet, mache Profit
Cash zähl'n gehört zu meiner

that raised-by-the-internet, ain't-had-no-dad rap
Yo, I'm good don't pass that, hit me on my Snapchat
You might have to back-back, 'cause your shit is

The Chance, Ms Sancha Needs Cash
And She Wants It Fast
Give Me All That You Got Homeboy
'cuz This Cuete That I Got Aint A Toy
It Packs Nothin But Hot Lead
Throw

of chips
I'm all that
And a bag of chips
Fucking right
Drunk off life
You should have a sip
Swallow you with audibles
I don't go by the playbook
Cut myself