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caution - fuck em all lyrics

[hook]
you can catch me rollin wit my goonies we be wildin out forreal
yall be wildin out for pills we out here grindin for a deal
same n-ggas hatin on me same n-ggas showin love
ain’t n0body f-ckin wit me on everything that i love
they ask me how i feel f-ck em all
how you feel ? f-ck em all
that’s how you feel ? f-ck em all
that’s how i feel f-ck em all
same n-ggas hatin same n-ggas tryna be me
same n-ggas with they handout everytime them n-ggas see me f-ck em

i don’t trust em why would i ever do that ?
f-ck wit ya’ll n-ggas fore i ever get my crew back
im talkin bout that mafia body ya keep your head stash
get the work bag it then move it and get the bread last
n-gga now what you know bout that ?
if you don’t bout this,you don’t know bout that
if you don’t know hot to flip, then you don’t know how to stack
cuz once i seen my first brick i ain’t know how to act
i started hustling and muscling to get whatever i need
b-tch i need me some jordan’s and i need me some jeans
i need that all black skully and them camo fatigues
a steep tech on my chest and a bad b-tch on her knees
lets get it popin no options either you f-ck or you leavin
i need a b-tch that’s gonna f-ck me everyday till the weekend
she cookin monday thruough friday but she dress up on the weekend
bring in a b-tch then we team her it’s getting hot like a fever you see me !

[hook]
rollin wit my goonies we be wildin out forreal
yall be wildin out for pills we out here grindin for a deal
same n-ggas hatin on me same n-ggas showin love
ain’t n0body f-ckin wit me on everything that i love
they ask me how i feel f-ck em all
how you feel ? f-ck em all
that’s how you feel ? f-ck em all
that’s how i feel f-ck em all
same n-ggas hatin same n-ggas tryna be me
same n-ggas with they handout everytime them n-ggas see me f-ck em

i need an ounce of raw i need a brick of c0ke
before i bag i need a triple beam to lean cuz of that snow
you can get half for twelve no back to jail i wrap them keys up slow
we got them packs for sale don’t act like 12 them wratchets sell to close
b-tch i need the money f-ck the fame
i need them ditches f-ck the games
we wifin these trifling ditches the same
while we poppin this bel air and stunt on you lames
cuz the cloth that im from we ain’t cut from the same
so f-ck em all if its bucks involved i got a tre 57 that’ll bust a jaw
8 n-ggas with me right now that love to war
so f-ck n-gga what it really do ? ree wit me and nizzy too
leak here and the freaks here they gone suck and f-ck when we need em too
call the plug we need a brick or too we gone jam em up and then keep the loot
boul i’m jersey bred i only speak the truth you see how i’m comin better keep ya tool
on ya i warned ya you f-ck wit us and get torn up
turn ya to some goners boy i wish a n-gga would cross us
them lil n-ggas better boss up i’m the youngest here but i’m real n-gga
the money man do the money dance me and caut bouta k!ll n-ggas

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