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BLACK CASH
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Istasha
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B*t*h I got the flow Got the magnum no control Night vision like an owl Electric fist delete a soul Mercenaries on the road Got your leader in a choke One tone and hes k.O Cause im not gonna play games b*t*h Packin the tec it cost a check One shot you find your head deteached Got dogtags wrapped around my neck from all the victims that I snapped Checking the map I mark your camp We pulling up without a sense Expensive lifestyle ain't a thing We all just wanna pay the rent Break in the backdoor We bringing out the bag (bag) Step on that Big Mac synthetic Gift of cattle Get me the f**k off out this Status don’t makes me gag Stepping on the band I’m not facing backwards Rather I see the grind than touch a brand Brand new rollers Rocking it Making it obvious You’re the Klepto god that Started off An abomination Never did honest Trading your art in for profit Trading down, you moderate b*t*h End up asking all them apologies Having your oxygen missing Wayne's stained state Pick yo poison, just great Brain may break Met you on yo hate train B*t*h you got to morne I ain't part of plagues If I had a horn (honk_for_each_gender) I would met your pain Heat is raising up thats from the blankest room to floor up Wearing masks daily like this a next majora Solving riddles short of sherlock but you more like dora Candy pu**y whipped b*t*h, you a fukn moron Clorox on my tendril f**k around and get his mental split Cybernetic school b*t*h outfit flexing out the censorships Get your f**king vessel ripped Pack so big it couldn't fit Wounds is out here festering set measures with the metal chips Now the whole world watch Bullets are hitting his sh*t in a minute I stick it in Home girl crotch No intervention for you in a mention your watching your Whole world rot Loaded weapon of choice In a second the noise That's an Old world plot Home grown threats Taking no more loss F**KED UP F**KED UP B*T*H IM ALWAYS UP F**KED UP F**KED UP MAN YOU NEED TO DROP B*t*h i gotta do everything that can about me Oh my soul is leaving, oh my self is dying Trust me this isn't about how you are gonna blow Trust me this is just about how you gonna get devoured BEAT SWITCH Last one up last one down Cash on a conveyer belt watch it all pile up now Prayers that we never make it out now Skin welt watch and screech at the hellbound Come and let's beat it out Bullet be lodged In my cranium Weigh it up bleed out my pores I need a pint of that Extract the gas from my corpse fill up your tank Count up the bands in the darkness can't even see sh*t Tore out my heart and you beg for forgiveness I'm getting drunk off your lust cross myself off the hit list Eyes obsidian and rolling back and now I'm gonna pack it up and leave this town I'm never looking back and you can't even ask where the f**k I'm going I'm a great white shark in a fish tank We don't f**king walk around Searching for another cloud Changing our sound To appease some kind of crowd Little cloudchaser, good doggy We don't like you, sincerely not sorry We the world wide mix Mercenaries's the clique Shoot the 5,56 Through the walls into your chick x2
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