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cash gotti - lips closed lyrics

[intro]
ross keep making hits

[chorus: cash gotti]
better keep your lips closed
we don’t miss no
with the pistol
let my wrist roll on em
i done kick doors
i done whip fours
let that b+tch go
phantom whip rose on em

[verse 1: cash gotti]
these n+ggas nothing like me
thumbing like me
take loss bounce back
and stay a hundred like me
i put a bag on my b+tch
and now she stunning like me
a dirty bag on the block
and keep a hundred ot
and it was me and all the dawgs in a huddle
can’t believe that homie told dawg need a muzzle
issa little different when you coming from the struggle
forever humble i really grew up in the jungle
and my whole hood praying that we win tho
couple millies everybody hopping outta benzos
still i keep a ski mask
free bands feel like free cash
now i do the dolce and gabbana
drop topping when i breeze past

[chorus: cash gotti]
better keep your lips closed
we don’t miss no
with the pistol
let my wrist roll on em
i done kick doors
i done whip fours
let that b+tch go
phantom whip rose on em

better keep your lips closed
we don’t miss no
with the pistol
let my wrist roll on em
i done kick doors
i done whip fours
let that b+tch go
phantom whip rose on em

[verse 2: roddy ricch]
i was 17 in the project when i was whippin the rolls
i was 16 hit my first l!ck and i was kicking in doors
put that water on my rollie and my wrist d+mn near froze
cause these streets so cold
gotta watch where you steppin
sipping this codeine for my problems that my medicine
i whipping this white ghost from god that sh+t was heaven sent
bad b+tches with me i keep diamonds on they melanin
cash out on the louis v sneakers
n+gga i got 7 of them
n+gga i been ballin in and out of season
i was in a jail cell
now i’m overseas again
cop the new richard millie for rich n+gga reasonin
i gotta lot of sauce n+gga i been selling seasonin

[chorus: cash gotti]
better keep your lips closed
we don’t miss no
with the pistol
let my wrist roll on em
i done kick doors
i done whip fours
let that b+tch go
phantom whip rose on em

better keep your lips closed
we don’t miss no
with the pistol
let my wrist roll on em
i done kick doors
i done whip fours
let that b+tch go
phantom whip rose on em

- cash gotti lyrics

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