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letra de why these niggaz hate? - cashmoneyj$

[verse 1: mohamedissavage]
you got stains gettin’ washed with bleach, n-gga f-ck the tide
stole her just to flex, not impressed, cause her stuff was dry
give you an uppercut, reduced to dust, just one punch – the sky
i don’t give a f-ck if she rush for another guy
says a lot about us young boss n-ggas
imma keep grindin’ till us n-ggas out here make us some tall figas
heard u big, optimistic, big n-ggas fall quicka
i talk the way i want on a song, despite i call stigmas
i know how the game goes, so imma change flow
my name is on the pay roll, with my n-gga cashmoneyj$ , hoes
and in the end, the hoes start a trend, tellin’ me jai ho
f-ck what simeon says, i am bred to do what i say so
imma be blatant to yo face, ion rock with opps
cut it clean you can’t fade even in the barber shop
broken down reiley’s b-tch get yo ass some auto parts
the bars hot, it’s not the result of a lotta talk

[chorus: cashmoneyj$]
n-ggas when they see me eyes, they think i’m a demon
that b-tch took my soul, left me with no s-m-n
b-tches said i always smelled like some f-ckin’ leemons
me and mohamed goin’ crazy, f-ck y’all n-ggas on
y’all n-ggas broke, some days y’all n-ggas can’t get a phone
i’m trynna make it out seattle by making songs
b-tch play me, or yo ass finna be wrong
it’s crazy how y’all n-ggas, when you move on

[verse 2: cashmoneyj$]
aye, cashmoneyj$ right on this beat
got the bro mohamed in the back, he geeked
love the way she all on me, man she a freak
that n-gga expose he a simp for his little “shmeek”
i be ballin’ these n-ggas on the court like i’m damien lee
just know, i’m the low, that b-tch is for the team
me and mohamed on this track be totin’ beams
like i’m designer, i’m crazy geeked off this lean
that n-gga locked up, free my n-gga from a murder scene
all these n-ggas are some caps, all they are is fiends
on 2k with yo girl, i shoot my shot and it went green
at starbucks you know i get the vanilla bean with extra cream
that n-gga hoe be suckin’, he don’t know what he seen
f them n-ggas, i blew up and my success went green
these n-ggas are my friends now that i f-ckin’ rise
all these n-ggas talkin’ ish, why you have to lie?

- cashmoneyj

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