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Lời bài hát: Pass Out

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

$22,000,000 in cash left on the street. The boy who picked up the cash went on a mission. It's the most money I've ever felt or touched. I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out. I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out. I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth. I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out. Yeah, whip it like I can't stand it. Pull up, park it, do damage. Trap house into a mansion. I put that on my granny. Grandma, let me see that light up. Five nigga ass up, yeah. Miss his head, so I caught him in the ear. I shook face, tattooed a hundred tears. All these rappers want me to disappear. In the spotlight, looking like deers. Especially when we pull up, press it. Especially when we pull up, flex it. Especially when we pull up, check it. 150 cash on a necklace. Y'all niggas scraping them extras. Moving up blocks, no Tetris. Rap on my left like Texas. I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cashed out. I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out. I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth. I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out. Lil' mama fine as hell, but she acting sediti. Stuck up. I'm not Will Smith, but I'm trying to get jiggy. *** her. I can show you how to make a band like Diddy. Get up out your feelings for this chopper, make you dance like Shiggy. Sis got just like Drizzy. Shoot you in the back like Ricky. Sees peanut butter like Jiffy. Y'all niggas rats like Mickey. Hit women only I'm picky. Yellow diamonds on me, they pissy. Elliot the one did all my ice, but I'm not talking about Missy. Pick your side. One man army don't need no side. Rolls Royce truck. This bitch getting down on her knees inside. Y'all gotta put *** together cause your money short, nigga, like Yeezy slides. The Bentley truck came with him, I ain't even had to put no TVs inside. I brought my niggas to the bank, then we cash out. I brought my bitch to the bank, then she passed out. I do not talk about niggas out my damn mouth. I pull up on you, pull the trigger, then I air it out. Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt. Only God I fear is Tim Briggs and the lyric. Briggs. Draco came with a mirror. To watch my back, uh. Heard he got wack, uh. The bando back, uh. Cook it from scratch, uh. Heard you the man now, you do the dirt with your hands, uh. Get up for a little bit of change, feel like you picking up cans now, uh. Sat up lights on the plane, think the president flyin', uh. B, B. *** it, deadline, uh. Took your bitch to the bank, now her head's mine, uh. If I ever had kids in here, my bread line, uh.

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