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Double Cup & Bugs Bunny
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(uh, uh double cup, uh double cup) I got money coming, I got hundreds on me Keep them opps running, I just smoked an opp You can keep it coming I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me I'm on the Southside, I got two nines I f**ked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine I got hoes yeah Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah They in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah Shawty f**kin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah I'm Cash Carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah Bugs Bunny yeah, hold up I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah I take off on these b*t*hes, they be, hold up I take off on these b*t*hes, now she call me, hold up These b*t*hes just be costing, hoes, they costing Different sl*ts every day, yeah Different b*t*hes, different place I put it all in her face 'Then we got em, AK I'ma do this everyday I'ma nut in her face Shawty better not be afraid Cause a n***a keep a K Yeah, yeah Hold up, pu**y n***a, you want smoke, we smoke We smoke, we smoke, hold up Big truck, big truck, hold up I'm a slime, I'ma kill 'em I'ma hit 'em with ten, n***a Give a f**k 'bout a victim Give a f**k 'bout them n***as I'm the enemy, hold up, I know I'm me That b*t*h on me, yeah, like Vaseline Hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin' on it? I got b*t*hes up on me that be flirting with me I'm so fly like a motherf**kin' pigeon, homie I'm in New York with them n***as counting digits, homie Run it up like a scammer, my n***as keep a hammer Give a f**k 'bout numbers, numbers don't lie, lil' b*t*h Numbers don't lie, lil' b*t*h, yeah Young n***a might kill, homie My n***as gon' go on a drill for me Give a f**k 'bout none of these n***as, my n***as gon' kill some n***as for me f**k these n***as they ain't talking 'bout nun, they don't want no war I'm a put a n***a on a T-shirt, ion give a f**k about nun I'm gon shoot at a opp first, we don't give a f**k 'bout your gun I got a K on me, I make a opp run I'm a cook up, I'm a cook up uhh I serve crack, we got Macs Serve b*t*hes huh, aye wit the cash uhh huh, yeah We got all this money, we finna show this sh*t We got all them guns, we finna blow that sh*t We finna tote that sh*t n***as be talkin, need to top, me and my sh*t Need to top, need to top, need to top, need to top i was jus f**king the thot I was just on this block, I was just on this block We was robbing n***as, we was taking opps We gon kill everything, we can't stop We got crack, money We sell crack, junkies Keep that crack comin' Keep them numbers comin' b*t*hes keep on talkin' We sell crack, junkies Keep them crack comin' Keep them numbers comin' b*t*hes want the smoke They gon' want the K We gon' kill the n***a We gon' f**k his day up Ion kill a nig- Choppa eat [?] We [?] We gon kill these n***as up Big twenty, hard hundred I got cash homie Big junkie, big hundred We got cash homie Big hundred, freak shawty f**k your bih' homie We got big homies Its a whole lotta sh*t Its a whole lotta sticks Got a whole lotta b*t*hes We gotta whole lotta sh*t Diamond uh yeah yeah, styrofoam mm mm bih', double cup uh yeah, double cup yeah hol' up Double cup love, shawty wanna f**k wit the drugs yeah, double cup love yeah, shawty wanna f**k my drugs yeah I'm in love uh yea, I'm in love with drugs now, I'm in love yea hol' up yea I'm the slime, we sluggin' hol' up, me and my n***as we thuggin' hol' up I'm a f**k this hoe hol'up, shawty wanna be my, hol' up, hol' up I can't f**k these hoes forever [uh, uh] yeah, I gotta get this money I'm too clever All white Dior sweater, I'm a pull up yeah change the weather Got b*t*hes everywhere, got diamonds everywhere This cash everywhere, these b*t*hes gotta stare These b*t*hes everywhere, tryna f**k okay yeah Tryna f**k on bands yeah, tryna pop these tags yeah And I'm on the Percs yeah, and I'm on the lean hol' up Tryna check me out, man, too clean, I'm too yeah Hol' up, hol' up, slime fine, I'm tryna f**k this b*t*h hol' up, she gotta be mine hol' up uh huh yeah My slime fine, I'm tryna f**k this b*t*h hol' up she gotta be mine I wanna meet yo hoe yuh, I wanna take her out, she gotta suck my d**k, she gotta eat me up She gotta uhhhh uhhhh yeah uhhhh uhhhh yeah, yeah hol' up yea, yeah I got money coming, I got hundreds on me Keep them opps running, I just smoked an opp You can keep it coming I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me I'm on the Southside, I got two nines I f**ked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine I got hoes yeah Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah They in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah Shawty f**kin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah I'm Cash Carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah Bugs Bunny yeah, hold up I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah I take off on these b*t*hes, they be, hold up I take off on these b*t*hes, now she call me, hold up These b*t*hes just be costing, hoes, they costing
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