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cash click boog – drop that load lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
woof, yeah
shout out my cash cl!ck n-ggas, what’s up boog?
rockin rolla, what it do?
woof, fast money boyz
quick turn around, yeah
keep that pole on you
they, they might roll on you

[chorus: cash cl!ck boog]
big dog, keep big roll on me
everywhere i go i always got that pole on me
can’t trust no new n-ggas, they might roll on me
a hundred shots on your block, drop that load on it
big dog, keep big roll on me
everywhere i go i always got that pole on me
can’t trust no new n-ggas, they might roll on me
a hundred shots on your block, drop that load on it

[verse 1: rockin rolla]
the other glock that i got, it hold fifty
tempt me, can’t f-ck with no new n-ggas, they too iffy
took a chance for these racks, it was risky
‘nother play might just have me in the bentley
really, f-ck a book, pour it in a simply
thousand pills, i made her stuff it in her kitty
yeah them hundreds all blues and they crispy
thirty shots already c-cked, yeah it’s with me
don’t make me have to use my b-tch
can’t hop up in this car without no stick
a sucker stretched, n-gga who got hit?
let’s go back and make a mess, go grab your sh-t

[verse 2: fmb dz]
drop that load on you
it’ll have you with a roll on you
it ain’t safe around this b-tch, keep that pole on you
why the f-ck you asked your price and you don’t want it?
i got some n-ggas that’s gon’ slide and i’ll put ’em on you
dread head n-gga, really got that pack in
i don’t wanna talk if you ain’t got that backend
n-gga i be state to state with my fn
walkin’ through tsa with a light ten
got a thick b-tch with me and she lightskinned
n-gga i’m the top shotta, i got big choppers
whole bunch of dread heads, can’t sh-t stop us
i know some n-ggas gettin’ rich f-ckin’ with them doctors
eatin’ fifty dollar salads, hundred dollar pastas
i don’t wanna hear no pleas, tell it to the glock
tell a b-tch get on her knees for the don dada

[verse 3: cash cl!ck boog]
a hundred shots on your block, drop that load on ’em
big dog, i always keep that pole on me
s dot used to be my n-gga but he told on me
caught a sucker in the county then i stole on it
when it come to countin’ bands, we the hottest out
just put a body on the gleezy, had to swap him out
all my n-ggas down to shoot, i don’t gotta doubt
i make your b-tch suck my d-ck ’til she cottonmouth
harry said f-ck the opps, beat that booth up
next day, saw an opp, beat that coupe up
n-ggas say they drillin’ for me, i gives two f-cks
hi-tech in my soda, ain’t no fruit punch

- cash click boog lyrics

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