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cashera8300 - olde engli$h lyrics

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(intro)
(i suggest, we make our way to sweden)
yung ca$h, lou god
yung bloodbank, ca$h, you know what it is
aye
aye
aye
(chorus)
fresh up out that shop tatted
fix my body, needle like a ratchet
big 4 up on my chest, spiderweb sticking to my neck matted

speak out yours, get hit with ‘matics
gun sounds like sh+ts tragic
bloodbank just causing havoc
bloodbank don’t f+ck wit n0body

my hoes sh+ts ain’t none basic
it’s not enough my time ain’t complacent
i’m sippin on olde english
800 8300 craving

and i’m old souled
and my whips cold
and my wrist froze
and my beretta knows
no f+ckin names
i play go games
i’m so sick of lames
.30 f+ck yo brain

(verse)
don’t care about n0body
ca$h might f+ck yo b+tch prolly

she speak nice n i like that
but at night her mouth get sloppy

you’s a flower boy but ain’t poppy
ca$h might f+ck around stomp eem

you walk around my city
you gone get murked i won’t stop eem

zenteiga been on one
since i met him he ain’t ever f+ckin switch

t+doe still rackin dough
few years away we f+ckin rich

you b+tch boys can’t sit with this
my gang come equipped with clips
i dare somebody run up, try me
we gon hit that f+ggot in his d+ck lips

(verse 2)

we the reason people keep dying
we reason bodies keep lying

face down, covered round’ f+ckin chalk
and the reason was, bullets keep flying

on my name they keep lying
on my momma they keep trying

soon as a m+th+f+cka speak they mind
everybody start crying

(chorus)
fresh up out that shop tatted
fix my body, needle like a ratchet
big 4 up on my chest, spiderweb sticking to my neck matted

speak out yours, get hit with ‘matics
gun sounds like sh+ts tragic
bloodbank just causing havoc
bloodbank don’t f+ck wit n0body
my hoes sh+ts ain’t none basic
it’s not enough my time ain’t complacent
i’m sippin on olde english
800 8300 craving

and i’m old souled
and my whips cold
and my wrist froze
and my beretta knows

no f+ckin names
i play go games
i’m so sick of lames
.30 f+ck yo brain

- cashera8300 lyrics

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