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cashboy tray - 28 bars lyrics

all my young goons wilding they poping 30/they sum like stephan curry but wit that baby nina/ these n-ggas acting like divas these i squeeze this 40 delete em/all my n-ggas they demons so try us we leave you steaming/ w-ssup lil n-gga you ain’t on nun you can feel this nickle/ if ion hit you i bet bro gone hit you he gone pop out the cut like blood when he hit you/ kidd what’s to you tell me the issue /you ain’t bout that life you ain’t official/ throw all these sh-lls and i bet they gone hit you every last one ain’t nun gone miss you/ smoke h-lla dope b-tch i’m da plug yo b-tch on my d-ck say she wana be love/ but i don’t got time cuss time is money and if you waste time iaint got time for ya/bad b-tch h-ll yea she a dime hommie bad b-tch she ain’t got a dime on her/but she gotta head so she gotta give it up then i’m back too the block gotta chase these bucks/ lil broskie tweaki up in the cut talking too tough and that curry is upped/ he just start shooting jumpers n stuff or yo -ss can dunked that mean that you slumpped/ then this tunchi i’m flaming it up yo b-tch on my d-ck say she can’t get enough/

she suck me to death now i can’t get it up so i pull up my pants its time to get up / if she ain’t bout money she gotta get up kick that b-tch out make her hop on the bus/ this money and 30 is all that i trust so f-cking wit them get filled up wit slugs/ now you move slow like yo -ss off sum drugs dissing me you must a been off that hash/ smoking this dope wile i’m hitting the gas yea i’m so high it no where to land/yo b-tch on my d-ck yea she a fan but don’t act tough u a die wear u stand / cuss bro nem riding lurking wit the fan if you too hot cool you off with the fan/ this ain’t no game lil boy why you playing come through with chopers get crushed like a can/ now you on a shirt wile i’m smoking you out the pound and yo name is yo terff /all that tough talking ain’t work bullets gone hit you that gone hurt/ forget it poe up a 4 of purp i’m aragant lil b-tch say imma jerk she just mad cause all of my money come first/

- cashboy tray lyrics

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