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casino - pop shit lyrics

[verse 1: casino]
snap my doors out, put diamonds in them
catch your b-tch, i’m stylin’ in ’em
matte black range rover got them sticks in them
rollie on my wrist, i put like a sixty in it
trap in the hood made like a milli’ in it
gucci head-to-toe, i’m always drippin’ in it
pour a four of that wop in a mount’ dew
use seventeen, clip hold a seventeen
out seventeen with a forty on my hip
you a d-mn shame, you ain’t got a hundred thousand
if i ever go broke, i’m taking mine back
ten times that, i had to triple up the stacks
plug bring enough, i’m running off with that
freebandz gang, i make you understand that
a hunnid in the red house where the bloods at
red rarri in the front, [?] he flexin’ that
trapped out there, geeked up
cup filled up, i’m slowed up
i walk around looking like a l!ck
take a random b-tch and build the b-tch

[chorus: casino]
i’m worth like 99 bricks
all i do is stunt and pop sh-t
get out of line, you get popped quick
i stay flying in somethin’ quick
i’m married to this money and i’m disrespectful
my ex girl still dancing, mad ’cause i left
i’m married to this money and i’m disrespectful
my ex girl still dancing, mad ’cause i left

[verse 2: young thug]
who that? oh, that’s casino?
he got his first shake and went brought that phantom limo (oh, i’ve seen that)
he went to that magic and throwed the h-llcat, then he pulled off in the h-llcat (skrrt)
the kid’s like “bingo”, yeah, they were all like “bingo”, bingo (bingo, bingo, kilos)
i got more rings than you got jewelry (ayy)
got way more cartier bracelets than you got chains (way more cartiers)
and the cheapest one, i can take it off and put it on your brain (right on your head, dog)
the cheapest one, yeah (ohh)
you gon’ start chaos in this club if you throw these dubs (you gon’ start chaos)
i got a doctor b-tch and she, suckin’ d-ck in her scrubs (she suckin’ d-ck, yeah)
i’m tony montana, day and night like kid cudi (day and night)
i told the dealer “bring two of the same foreigns” (skrrt, skrrt)
i caught my first murder one in [?] court (yeah, yeah)
i’ll leave you missing like a milk cart-quart (leave ’em missin’)
i heard they closed -sses down in new yor-or-ork
and i got a couple stripper b-tches on life support, yeah

- casino lyrics

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