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sir don cash lyrics
barely see my son

bm say i threw my life away

wipe a n-gga nose

heart cold

throw the pipe away

clutching on this pole

for to light the way

swear we pray for better days

choppa heavy metal

we don’t ever play

talking to my scale

clientele gotta catch a play

i got hit
went outta state

coming back

i caught a case

party pack of ops

drop a bag

ever bought a face

prescott middle

everybody screaming

murder case

i ain’t tired before i heard of kevin gates

f-ck a n-gga

pay the judge

i carе what the verdict say
bow our heads

as wе pray

i see demons

everyday

mad max

want graffiti

all he know is

let it spray

if i lost it all today

would you hold me down

cause i love when you around

turn me up

don’t turn me down
i feel like pennies father

from the way you make me proud

dealership

cause im going through

a lot right now

kick sh-t like bruce lee

legends die young

rip juice wrld

ain’t sh-t sweet

i hustle all summer

you watching new girl

i’m plotting with my new girl

on tryna f-ck a new girl

weight of the world on my shoulders

i don’t even do curls

hold me down

f-ck them hoes

eat her p-ssy

suck her toes

when i’m busy on the road

let her middle man my bo’s

cheaper ticket

for my woes

just like family so you know

tell my plug to drop a load

i got em on the low

time to drop the top again

pop a opp

they drop a pin

load the choppa them we spin

bullets swimming through the wind

up the score

we tryna win

ain’t no telling what i’m in

ain’t no telling who i know

ain’t no telling where i been

evening time

got darker tint

switch the plate

i change the vin

banana clip

they got me bent

i eat her p-ssy during lent

exotic kush all in my vin

if you don’t like me

why pretend

make me load the choppa-ten

plug my hitta

drop a ten

not my n-gga

or my friend

you can’t vouch on where i been

everyday i get it in

in the life i live of sin

no honor amongst thieves

i been to the shottas den

seeking dead presidents

we ain’t tryna politic

i got pounds

i got rounds

ain’t no clown

you ain’t fam don’t come around

all this loud don’t make a sound

shop with clown

i got pounds

i got rounds

ain’t no clown

you ain’t fam don’t come around

all this loud don’t make a sound

got a bad b-tch bout money

i glide like i’m clyde

down to ride

do or die

we like bonnie and clyde

if i lose it all today

ima get it back tomorrow

tell cb to catch my plays

bring a scale that i can borrow

not supposed to feel this way

but decrement leave me bothered

send a order

get em slaughtered

my heart been frozen in water

f-ck a deal

i’m going harder

than wayne

when he wrote

the carter

than wayne

when he wrote the carter

threw my heart away

cause i got tired of feeling pain

bags on your gang

pull up let it rain

not a fan of fame

i don’t associate with lames

i’m like candy man

when you n-ggas speak my name

born the same day as jordan

that should tell you ima shoot

bishop i got juice

catch me smoking out the roof

clutching on my steel

f-cking b-tches like i’m q

don cash raheym

n-ggas know that i’m

the truth

god

- rahey m cash

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