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letra de that nigga a gangsta - ca$his

[intro: ca$his]
shady records own, bogus boy
ca$his, it’s ca$his n-gga, ah-ha ha
i’m here, right back on y’all, n-gga
blocc boyz, what the bid’ness is, n-gga
seven-fo’, let’s go!

[ca$his]
in this industry, a fifth of hennessy
i’m tryna get with the bid’ness so where the b-tches be
when i fl!ck the vogues, i’ma get the hoes
in a seven-fo’ lincoln black, two do’s
hope to strap shorty, take a ride with ca$his
if a n-gga look wrong you gon’ let him have it
say, what’s your name? what kind of set you claim?
i’m seven-fo’ now; tell me, do you bang?
we ain’t ask about your mayne, cause he ain’t here with us
and we both know that we about to f-ck
you see my limo tint, but they can’t see you b-tch
go and pull out my d-ck, and put your mouth on it
if you don’t do it now, you’ll never get the chance
if you ain’t puttin out b-tch, make other plans
i still keep my money in a rubber band
with the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand

[hook 2x: ca$his]
you see them n-ggas runnin, you see my spinnin drum and
you lookin at my face sayin that n-gga a gangsta
always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds
and e’ry rider here know that n-gga a gangsta

[ca$his]
seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin ‘caine
and a sip of purp’, i’m hurtin on my drank
i’ve been doin work, you know about my gang
you want me you can find me wherever that you hang
i got a bigger d-ck, plus i’m fly as sh-t
you’ve seen me with your b-tch, cause i got benefits
i’m a militant, awol lyricist
your face menstruates when i clap-clap, period
i sn-tch cakes off the, back of you wack n-gga
shady records in your mouth, take that n-gga
em i never leave, forever got your back
and e’ry soldier in my squad feel like that
gangsta disciple, you motherf-ckers know
you should’ve k!lled me, a long time ago
i’m a regular ev-ery day psycho
hat to the right on sight wherever i go

[hook]

[ca$his]
i’ve been provin this, for a long time
and e’ry line that i write, is all mine
see me walkin a straight line in daytime
but i spray nines right in front, of the one-times
livin life, in the california sunshine
but i’m the only star out, in the nighttime
flagged up, knowin suckers ain’t gon’ like – i’m
makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine
took the west over, i’m the real king
you don’t believe me, f-ck you, k!ll me
i don’t fear none of y’all, meet a real g
come against me, p-ssy n-gga you will see
when you awake, and you still sleep
you dead you lil’ p-ssy boy, feel me
you said you was gon’ muh’f-ckin k!ll me?
but you bled, guess you ain’t that real, g
screech

[hook]

[outro: ca$his]
that n-gga a gangsta n-gga
you stupid -ss n-ggas don’t know what a spinnin drum is?
that’s a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you
your face, your back, your chest
it don’t matter to me n-gga, and that’s real
i got guns n-gga, i got money n-gga
i got riders, what the f-ck you gon’ do to me?
i got guns n-gga, i got money n-gga
i got riders, what the f-ck you gon’ do to me?
nuttin, shady records own, bogus boy
ca$his, king mathers!
it’s brought to you, by the great king mathers
i’m out, let’s go! {-echoes-}

- cahis

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