jaytoanti - gambling wit life (p. xami)

Slime Fest

Idontevanknow!

she want me 2 dance now prod dbglokk

not a jew prod crayz

Lyrics: Cash - Valith44 

Too much cash like woah
Pockets fat like woah

Too much cash like woah
Pockets fat like what?

Too much cash like woah
Pockets fat like woah

Too much cash like woah
Too much cash

I got my pockets In a mash and love this cash
Count all this fucking stacks, make me wanna flash
I got this itch for this cash like crazy rash
I pray for my pockets big and they never crash

Yeah yeah
I just love to flash
I ain’t working for this rolie, yeah I want it fast
I be praying for my brothers, like it was a mass
I be praying for cash like I was fan.

Yeah
Yeah
Too much cash like woah 
Pockets fat like woah
Pockets fat like what!
Too much cash like woah 
Pockets fat like woah
Too much cash like woah 
Too much cash like what!!

Yeah my jeans fucking fire yeah this shit really raw
I just copped the 130 bag, I want all
YSL, Hedi jeans, I don’t care all
Momma raised with the dream, yeah that’s why I rock,
Hitting up my line yeah, u going get the block
I don’t mess with fake niggas, yeah u get the drop
I was raised with no hustle, now I have it all
I was raised with no hustle now I have it all

Too much cash like woah 
Pockets fat like woah

Too much cash like woah 
Pockets fat like what!

Too much cash like woah 
Pockets fat like woah

Too much cash like woah 
To much cash!



Cash

Lyrics: 

I wear the hood by air straight to the dome
So much paper, no need trees for homes
«Yeah»
I got the brodies calling up my phone
I got the brodies calling up my phone
Ring ring are you home
Ring ring are you home
I took a trip yeah to the Rome
I got the Prada bag all over home

So much swag yeah all the time
I wear Dior yeah on the line
Spendts some racks, yeah amma dine
Prep the feast yeah, I’m alright 

Yeah yeah, I’m alright 
Pussy nigga come on, yeah let’s fight
Amma hit you up all the time
Amma beat you up all the time
Come on bitch yeah let’s go fight
Russian roulette amma die
Amma kill you every time alright 
Amma kill you every time alright 

 

I wear the hood by air straight to the dome
So much paper, no need trees for homes
«Yeah»
I got the brodies calling up my phone
I got the brodies calling up my phone
Ring ring are you home
Ring ring are you home
I took a trip yeah to the Rome
I got the Prada bag all over home

Yeah yeah yeah, are you home?
Yeah yeah yeah, are you home?
Yeah yeah yeah, are you home?

Magic City

MacNoDrac

Lyrics:

Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby I'm a fucking champion
I just copped the gold Olympian
Scored the goal, yeah I'm Messi man
Yeah
Scored the goal, yeah I'm Messi man
Yeah
Pass the football yeah Brodie get me up
I just poured lean right up in my cup
Drink the 7 up yeah bitch I'm up
Yeah
Drink the 7 up bitch fucking I'm up
Yeah you got some money, but you ain't a thug
Undercover upon me amma blow up
Amma blow up like osama laddin
Got some money up, they thought I was scamming
Push that dick upon her, yeah I'm fucking ramming
Take yo loot dawg, yeah I'm fucking camping
Huh huh take the camp
Baby I'm a fucking champion
I just copped the gold Olympian
Scored the goal, yeah I'm Messi man
Yeah
Scored the goal, yeah I'm Messi man
Yeah Pass the football yeah Brodie get me up
I just poured lean right up in my cup
Drink the 7 up yeah bitch I'm up
Yeah
Drink the 7 up bitch fucking I'm up
Yeah you got some money, but you ain't a thug
Undercover upon me amma blow up
Yeah Money spread all on the floor
She a freak yeah she want more
I geek off that molly the x, and i pray to god I won't go
VVS diamonds they shine on the stones
She givin me neck inside of my home
I just parked the bentley outside we in the hills so lit so fried
3,5 to the face 3,4 I can't see straight
She in love want be my bae
I smoke too much won't be here next day
You putting lead in his body
We putting lead in his brain make him see the day
You gotta pray to ya father
I might be yo father I'm fuckin yo mother okay

HBA

valith44

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