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cashhkaam – str8 facts lyrics

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[intro]
(ay, let that sh+t ride, tav)
jugg
ay

[chorus: jugg4monii]
don’t even get me started
walked in this b+tch with a 4+0 [?]
b+tch, i been clutchin’ that stick like a fork (gang)
i’m not a blood, i’m a 6+0 crip
big stick son me, i walk with a limp
pull up from the three and i shoot like kemp
tupac shakur, b+tch, i’m above the rim
skippy, big bad wolf, no skippy
blue scatpack, b+tch, i’m feelin’ like nipsey
i’m number four but i be in that dixie
i’m talkin’ my sh+t, lil’ b+tch, listen
223 and it’s rippin’ yo’ kidneys
pushin’ that pack, b+tch, it feel like it’s finshed
j+o+b, j+o+b, we gettin’ busy (gang)

[verse: jugg4monii & cashhkaam]
these n+ggas don’t be no shooters
hop on yo’ block and get hit with a ruger
.40 clip, [?], i’m clutchin’ a ruler
b+tch better duck or get hit in yo’ noodle
hit for a bow, now i’m thuggin’ with booda
i got a switch, it’s gon’ beef with the shooters
he tried to diss and got smoked like a hookah
freak ass b+tch, suck me up like a hoover
ay, yuh, you get slimed, i don’t care if we kin’
walked in this b+tch with a new f&n
don’t trade yo’ glock and get bucked for yo’ gen
glock .43 and it hold ’bout ten
run off on a l!ck and i’m whackin’ yo mans
he did a 4.6 when i jumped out that van
b+tch, spin again, tryna finish my plans
k4k, that’s the sh+t that i started
i’ma hop out the whip and run down on my target
yeah, that night and them months, i was clutchin’ a .40
call the draco a “dragon”, i hit it, it’s sparkin’
3.5 in my wood, this a+block
n+gga run up, catch a face shot
i shoot the bl!ck ’til the motherf+cker get hot
we parked the whip like it stopped at a pit stop
ay, f+ck, k4, we here
catch lil’ dee, he get slapped like chris rock
if i catch his b+tch, he get hit with a ten+shot
i’m number 4, b+tch, i’m lettin’ this switch pop
like (pfrrr), n+gga, get back
can’t hit his head, he get put in a sh+t bag
caught a opp in the south and we hit up his b+tch ‘lac
they keep droppin’ disses, these n+ggas be big mad
[chorus]
don’t even get me started
walked in this b+tch with a 4+0 [?]
b+tch, i been clutchin’ that stick like a fork (gang)
i’m not a blood, i’m a 6+0 crip
big stick son me, i walk with a limp
pull up from the three and i shoot like kemp
tupac shakur, b+tch, i’m above the rim
skippy, big bad wolf, no skippy
blue scatpack, b+tch, i’m feelin’ like nipsey
i’m number four but i be in that dixie
i’m talkin’ my sh+t, lil’ b+tch, listen
223 and it’s rippin’ yo’ kidneys
pushin’ that pack, b+tch, it feel like it’s finshed
j+o+b, j+o+b, we gettin’ busy (gang)



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