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letra de nigga - casino

[intro: casino]
(atl jacob)
jake goin’ crazy

[verse 1: casino]
boss n-gga, three mill’ in the loft, n-gga
foreign car, eighty racks on exhaust, n-gga
f-ck a stripper, tell that ho, “get lost,” n-gga
ninety racks on my cross, n-gga
drop a bag on your head, them k!llers at your neck, n-gga
pop out for this green, i’ma spend this, n-gga
your b-tch, she suckin’ d-ck so i ain’t kiss her, n-gga
got k!llers ’round the studio where i’m at, n-gga
you broke so you can’t hang ’round no boss n-gga
you worser than a b-tch, you talk too much, n-gga
what’s a quarter million, n-gga? that ain’t up
n-gga, i been tryna fill a house up
two sprinters, n-gga, back to back filled with cash
two foreigns, n-gga, hard top, the drop top
three lambs’, n-gga, and he flipped the whole clip
taliban, n-gga, masked up and totin’ sticks
i don’t trust you n-ggas, i’m straight on all that hatin’
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas if they ain’t bangin’ what i’m bangin’
man, f-ck these n-ggas if they ain’t claimin’ what i’m claimin’
you a p-ssy n-gga and you doin’ all that singing (rat)
we k!llin’ n-ggas
leave a n-gga stankin’, n-gga
give a f-ck about you n-ggas
k!ll his whole family, n-gga
yеah, boss man i am, n-gga
a gettin’ money real n-gga
lil mеxico, kirkwood, n-gga
yeah, swamp n-gga, taliban, n-gga
[verse 2: young thug]
i got homies that steal the car and flip the vin, n-gga
i put “f-ck twelve” on both of my shins, n-gga
y’all n-ggas singin’ like mariah carey, n-gga
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga, n-gga
hood n-gga, my baby mama missin’, n-gga
hood n-gga, my baby mama’s missin’, n-gga
five-hundred k spent in one day, lil’ n-gga
i just copped the benz and the tesla, n-gga
fifty rings on, i think i’m s-xy, yeah, n-gga
pocket full of lettuce and radish, lil’ n-gga
couple racks inside my pants, they was heavy, n-gga
n-gga, it’s a knife, it’s the ‘chete, n-gga

[verse 3: unknown artist]
i just f-cked my homeboy b-tch with a hublot on my wrist
i turned your b-tch onto different [?] sh-t
i left all my kids in your ho mouth, now he got sick
i got every b-tch a [?] on my d-ck
i got your b-tch throwin’ it back screamin’ out that [?] sh-t
man, these n-ggas wanna pillow talk to all these b-tches
after i f-ck your b-tch, i pass her to my n-gga [?]
i could never ever be a f-ck n-gga, yeah

- casino

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