Lyrics:
that's my ninja way
Blow up and buy me a mansion, all cash
For my day ones I don't wanna rent a place
Drip in this bitch feel like Kisame
Water my wrist,
woah
Cash out, bankrolls, count the chicken gettin' mad bred,
Bankrolls, count the chicken, gettin' mad bred
Bankrolls, count the chicken, gettin' cash
outer space
Scat Pack, hooray, I paint it matte black today
And I got the freshest cars in the USA, uh
Tesla painted grape, I only drive it Saturday
TOLD HIM HE WAS RIGHT
WHEN LORETTA LYNN GOES DANCING
WITH THE GHOST OF JOHNNY CASH
FATHER TIME TAKES FOREVER AND MAKES IT LOOK
LIKE LESS THAN
I'll go Johnny cash for you, yeah I'll walk the line
And you got that ass that just make me lose my mind
Coming in hot like a flare gun
Face me? I dare
Shhh
Chirpies
Can i have some chicken fingers
French fries and a sprite
I promise i won’t drop it in the car
Promise
All black Beamer bumpin
Biggie
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy
Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)
Armadale, nigga stinky stink
Top, down, my cash is up
Gold chain, I don't give a fuck
Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma
That's right, you in luck ma
was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
Walker was a card mechanic
Had a hand for trouble and a eye for cash
Luckiest man in Dallas County
He had a gold watch chain and a black mustache
lights
Roll another dice
Big money bitch
Cash money life
Flip another chicken
Bought another chicken
Cook another chicken
Fucked her in the kitchen
Johnny’s on parole
Waiting by the tracks
Hangnail in his heart
Monkey on his back
8 days in the hole
A sentimental soul
Born to lose, born to die
Dressin' in black shootin' up the whole street niggas
This is for my niggas
I ain't nothin' but a lil' young Cash Money thug
Only thing I was taught
knew that I was Long John Silver.
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black 'mac (which he won't give back) - stole it from a snowman.
holes in Milton's head
When Johnny walked off to get some more shootin' done
That old Cold Spring was a runnin' with red
Next guy he met was
to the wasky wabbit
Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Wurrs my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag
Both sittin on chrome Mags
Is ya down for
to the ocean
with her headphones and our dog
and she listens to marc maron
the one with rosanne cash
her mother came from texas
and her daddy dressed in black
John Silver
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black 'mac
Which he won't give back
Stole it from a snowman
As I did walk by
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
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
8-track player
But the label on the tape had been torn
So I don`t know what it was the man was a playing
So now that Johnny Cash is done. The man in black
trouble in the black
Call up the woman in black
And let's have fun with it man
And we can have fun 'til they're mad
Just mickey me happy, lucky man
But
ten toes down I'm grounded, Its
either Life, sentence in the grave or life in jail, when we
Die it must be heaven, bein black on earth is hell when ya
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