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letra de cashday freestyle pt. ii - co cash

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[part i]

[intro]
(tay keith, what the f-ck up, n-gga?)
woo (get off, man)
yeah

[verse]
co, where you been? i been gettin’ to the money (where?)
i’m tryna run this sh-t up in the abundance (uh)
i told her, “been thirty, monday through sunday” (brrt)
so into fashion, they think i’m from london (woah)
this for them days when a n-gga was bummy (broke)
dior my jacket, this not abercrombie (no)
prada my b-tch and bought gucci for mommy (yeah)
there all my opps wishing they could become me (yuh)
these n-ggas rats, i be getting to the cheese (cash)
choose double c, but i’m throwing up b’s (ha)
b-tch, i’m a king, better get on your knees (ho)
swallow the d-ck like she bеgging and “please” (eh)
30k smile, еvery time i say cheese (hi)
ice on my neck, it’s like twenty degrees (woo)
on diamond’s, i spent over 100 g’s (g’s)
got fifty racks in these dg, double rees
[part ii]

[verse]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
if you ain’t get to the cheddar, you got to do better
that main b-tch’s p-ssy, get wetter (aye)
that b-tch gon’ do what you let her
for me, she a groupie, we f-cked the same day that i met her (facts)
my ho, she pretty and yellow, she do what i tell, might but her some if i upset her (word)
these n-ggas not on my level, six figures a better, them boys need to get it together (get on yo’ sh-t)
can’t trust a b-tch n-gga, never (uh-uh)
havin’ big money, talks with the teller (that’s cash)
if she broke, she can’t fit on my schedule (nope)
ho, you can’t f-ck with me whatsoever (hah)
fly, but i don’t need a feather (uh-uh)
told her, eagerly, he came out the devil (yup)
i can’t go like no ho n-gga ever (nah)
i’ma up it and blow at whoever (swear)
wherever, whenever, however don’t matter
speak on the way that i’m livin’, i’m no rapper
don’t do that, i’m the wrong n-gga to go after (yeah)
ready for war, you can say that i’m pro actor (oh)
ain’t with the chit chatter, place you the stick at ’em (brrt)
fled the scene, i might just go hit your b-tch after (mine)
my pockets gettin’ fatter (yeah), wanna go shopping, i’m thinking about
catching a flight to the big apple (oh)

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