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cash - brainstorm lyrics

p-ss-es from threats, truth and lies
you been warned, here comes the brainstorm
now the glaring sun is in my eyes
brainstorm, you came raw, flooded by my rainstorm
the newborn is gonna be sworn to always brainstorm
i’ve been to edmonton but i’ve never been to calgary
i’m out of category, i’m out of category
play with that p-ssy with my hands
who serving us? the knights is superb with this
f-ck the laws, n-gg-s get downed like tall cans
and that this wicked world was never worth us
and felt pms and all that mess
it wasn’t long ago when it all began
watchin’ the master j him be the bald head man
now i got to find this n-gg- that tried to act
could be – but should be, it wouldn’t be, if we
send me to the penitentiary even if its packed
to get your wig peelt, like it should be
would you take the bar from a little bity baby
one thing about me, yeah i got swag
and she got girlfriends, now i’m playing booty tag
you dudes can’t come out the house
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma, i’ma flirt
men go workin, but what’s the use
through all the foul sh-t, the hurt
for the simple fact i gots to do dirt
like a ice cream truck, d-mn – it’s been so long
so let’s just make a song, you can sing along
cause the smart get power, the hard get flowers
thought he had me beat, just because he p-ssed me
my shots go off at the funniest hours
and happy in my life is what i’m gonna be
holla at pimp-c me and my partner t. farris baby
fix, still in the pill in his sock
it’s about n-gg-s grindin’ on the block
i just need you around
drought season! good dope!
comin’ down, comin’ down
you n-gg-s rap, i hope
never sold no f-ckin dope
i reminisce about back in the day
as i watched my ride rollin away
so inhale, exhale, breathe and get well
we don’t own, dumb sh-t we k!lling eachother fo’
berlin, nineteen-eighty-nine man, the wall fell
every night, i’m f-cking more than one hoe
that’s why i gotta lace the flow
still don’t give a f-ck
m-th-f-ckas best to run and duck
we really get it…
street grinders, paper chasin scr-pin busters
hussien gets p-ssed if flames spit
yo ya players, ballers, pimps and all hustlers
see, i pledged my loyal allegiance to my brothers
and that sh-t ya be makin ain’t hotter than this
put your hands up playa, bounce it for us

- cash lyrics

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