CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Ca$h Out

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Ayy, KBeaZy, you fye'd up

Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah)
So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah)
Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah)
And the label is mad we taking the money from them
f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah)
quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on)

AP [?] dirty ass out
But sh*t like five a bag, I'll pass out
I take a look at 'em, I laugh out
Stuff I ain't even bring none of the Raf out
I ain't ever f**k no junkie (No), but I got some top in the crack house (Oh)
She goin' so long I tapped out
That lil' thing not blacked-out
And I'm in [?] right now
But it ain't nothin' but a [?] now
We just got a thing [?], get zapped out
b*t*h I'm [?] out
Six-flag trunks all blacked-out
We in it to win, we spinning the ben, my n***a is in it to act out
Jumped in, I couldn't swim, but I grew a fin, now I [?] a f**k n***a back out
I'm so [?] he probably bring some act out (ayy,ayy)

Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah)
So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah)
Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah)
And the label is mad we taking the money from them
f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah)
quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on)

...Grab me a couple of plaques (Yeah)
Coming up with the MAC, it's a gun sound (Hey)
You sittin' on my wrist, it's a bust-down (Hey)
Put the .30 in the clips, take the ops to the face
Put this rifle to your head, they'll be coming your way
big on the day
Ayy, I got the troops (Stay)
my belly, I already ate
Ayy, [?] sealed your fate, make a n***a relocate
Ayy, put the .45 to his face n***a, everything he said a-okay
Ayy, n***as get scared when you up them sticks
Them headstands get Schwifty like Rick
Yeah, I'm with the love of my life right now
Back in the day probably bust on your b*t*h

Umm, ride around with that Nina like cash out (Yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah)
Smoking pasto 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah)
So b*t*h I'ma black out (Yeah)
Ayy Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like f**k is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah)
And the label is mad we taking the money from them
f**k is you named Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but f**k it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah)
quarter, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room with her ass out (Come on)