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Lipchitz
I make 'em red, they come for my head
Like I'm gettin' kissed by lipstick
My bitch is ign'ant
She put an H in front Hermès
No H in front of I,

Blow 'em out by halftime
Thought he was creeping through that field, he caught a land mine
It don't take shit to kill 'em, just a hand sign
Jackpot

Yo, yo

Muszę cash robić dzisiaj, by jeść i oddychać
Choć tlenu mi brakuje, czasem nerwicy pożywka
Jadę z tym na rympał jak Kubica (yo)
Bo czas

daleko je má věc
Daleko jak moje hlava, nevim co je klec
Dolla' dolla' bills, jo, furt chce někdo cash
Nezbejvá nám nic jinýho než dělat press
My sme

vocals Michael Jordan. LeBron on delivery a laidback star, stretching thru history KK Jabbar. Skyhook that ass no look pass right by that ass to the goal

Rauschgift, ich hab gleich gemerkt das du ein Clown bist (Gang, Gang)
Kauf' ein Burberry Piece, bestell' Uhren aus der Schweiz (Cash)
Ich hab grad' nichts zu

out
Load up my book, his book, his book, I'm three hundred out (cash out)
First day out, ran a red light, made niggas see med lights (uh-huh)

Fucki'n Casanova

cffvahe bahut pheli
Town mai mere bare
Saari sach hai tu
Mane ya na mane

Bhara pada cash
Don't check dashboard
Hath lagegi tere
Loaded

But nobody knows, how to get rid of you 

You curse and talk trash
Stole my purse and my cash 
Scratched my car and my front door
Talk behind my back,

Gaga, ona mówi do mnie Dada
Parę koła z prostych zadań, wyjebane czy wypada
Mam ten cash, ona nie chce trochę, to dostanie awans
Nie będę ukrywał,

mejlím

Ruka na srdci, ego zahodil jsem stranou
Uvědomil jsem si, že jen vzpomínky zůstanou
Divnej svět, lidi nejsou sami sebou
I když máš cash, stejně ty

boy bitch
No comments fired I'm snuffed out
By your momma nigga
I know regrets has been problems
Been posted up blocking
Cash money pocket got

without caution, livin' by the motto

It's lit, it's lit, give a fuck about shit
(yeah)
It's lit, it's lit, hop up in the mosh pit
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's

Yo, True Master with the Blast Master
Street pastors, yup, we beat blasters
We massacre, we think past ya
Flashing the cash and the ass don't matter

The King's Alpha out to Death Row
Who you know was spazzing at Art Basel with the Trill OG
Grill by Johnny Dang boy u can't get these at Tiffany's
Who told you

Up in my face, up in my space
Life got me workin' for a clean slate
Might lose my mind until you come by
So we can be done with all these bright

Cash Money scene
You tryna give me rings
But like J.Lo said love don't cost a thing
Tryna buy your way in
But that's not how you're gonna win
What you

But their union was condemned
By the Code Noir and the Law
Even though Joseph had freed
His wife Marguerite and their children

10 years later,

behind Heavenly Cuts

Post by F&S jus to get a Dutch

I was Dead Broke , had to Run it Up

Sleepin on the Floor , had to Level Up

Feel like Greek Freak

Born as the devil's son, I see the weakness entering again,
Creeping through the gates of my sullen castle.

Living day by day, full of hate

by my side, always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames cause your greed sold me out in shame
After all of the stealing

on the field, not a puppy in the pack
She got brown skin, back stacked
Don't be surprised when she ask you where the cash at
Without that, she ain't havin' it
I'm

Vinci zmalować by chciał to lepiej
Sama już nie wiesz w co grasz jak prawdziwy gamer
To rpg czy fpb czy pierdol się już nie wiesz sama
Jak to jest że tu

the cash
Look at your bitch and she looking too thick phat ass
Pausing my grind and I'm going to trick yup
Pausing my grind thought I hit me a lick
Pausing