casino – nigga lyrics
[intro: casino]
(atl jacob)
jake goin’ crazy
[verse 1: casino]
boss n+gga, three mill’ in the loft, n+gga
foreign car, eighty racks on exhaust, n+gga
f+ck a stripper, tell that ho, “get lost,” n+gga
ninety racks on my cross, n+gga
drop a bag on your head, them k!llers at your neck, n+gga
pop out for this green, i’ma spend this, n+gga
your b+tch, she suckin’ d+ck so i ain’t kiss her, n+gga
got k!llers ’round the studio where i’m at, n+gga
you broke so you can’t hang ’round no boss n+gga
you worser than a b+tch, you talk too much, n+gga
what’s a quarter million, n+gga? that ain’t up
n+gga, i been tryna fill a house up
two sprinters, n+gga, back to back filled with cash
two foreigns, n+gga, hard top, the drop top
three lambs’, n+gga, and he flipped the whole clip
taliban, n+gga, masked up and totin’ sticks
i don’t trust you n+ggas, i’m straight on all that hatin’
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas if they ain’t bangin’ what i’m bangin’
man, f+ck these n+ggas if they ain’t claimin’ what i’m claimin’
you a p+ssy n+gga and you doin’ all that singing (rat)
we k!llin’ n+ggas
leave a n+gga stankin’, n+gga
give a f+ck about you n+ggas
k!ll his whole family, n+gga
yеah, boss man i am, n+gga
a gettin’ money real n+gga
lil mеxico, kirkwood, n+gga
yeah, swamp n+gga, taliban, n+gga
[verse 2: young thug]
i got homies that steal the car and flip the vin, n+gga
i put “f+ck twelve” on both of my shins, n+gga
y’all n+ggas singin’ like mariah carey, n+gga
n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+gga, n+gga
hood n+gga, my baby mama missin’, n+gga
hood n+gga, my baby mama’s missin’, n+gga
five+hundred k spent in one day, lil’ n+gga
i just copped the benz and the tesla, n+gga
fifty rings on, i think i’m s+xy, yeah, n+gga
pocket full of lettuce and radish, lil’ n+gga
couple racks inside my pants, they was heavy, n+gga
n+gga, it’s a knife, it’s the ‘chete, n+gga
[verse 3: unknown artist]
i just f+cked my homeboy b+tch with a hublot on my wrist
i turned your b+tch onto different [?] sh+t
i left all my kids in your ho mouth, now he got sick
i got every b+tch a [?] on my d+ck
i got your b+tch throwin’ it back screamin’ out that [?] sh+t
man, these n+ggas wanna pillow talk to all these b+tches
after i f+ck your b+tch, i pass her to my n+gga [?]
i could never ever be a f+ck n+gga, yeah
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