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chance dinero - all cancer lyrics

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b-tch its smoke behind my name

u gon find out today

play wot chance dinero

ima whoop u like a slave

yea i had da twenty two

lil johnny had da gage

man i swear they needa free lil jarred out the cage

yea its smoke behind my name tell me how u wanna play that

u really want some smoke
the lil n-gga just say that

my n-gga jessie died
me and him we go way back

i put some bands up
yea my momma said just save that

im trynna see a f-ckin mill
cause then i can f-ckin chill

all them days in concord trynna eat a f-ckin meal

then i get up inna booth trynna get a f-ckin deal

jason yea he wit me too and uk he got the steal

he ain’t got it for no reason
yea u know he gone squeeze it

if we f-ckin take yo sh-t
yea uk we gon keep it

u can’t get yo sh-t back
lil n-gga better believe it

then i ship it off to sosa
yea my n-gga gon recieve

i ain’t talkin fooball
but uk i got the sack

i ain’t worried bout no n-gga
trynna take my f-ckin pack

if a n-gga want some pressure
ima put his sh-t on flat

take his body to the ocean
swing him in like a bat

yea we really off the porch
and uk we toat the torch

yea we got that f-ckin poka
u can call that sh-t a fork

scoop his -ss like a spoon
gettin high like a ballon

when we see him we gon get him
we gon hit him with the boom

ima call my n-gga zay

f-ck wit him
and ima spray

7th grade lunch room

he punched a n-gga inna face

yea i swear that we on go
this ain’t no f-ckin cap rap

when yall get up onna track
i swear yall n-ggas rap cap

yea yall n-ggs ain’t on sh-t
i swear yall n-ggas is not wit it

yall n-ggas fake tough but u p-ssy
i dont get it

im finna smoke a wood
im finna match my n-gga trenis

its smoke wit him too
he gon aim it at yo fitted

so my best advice to ya
is dont fw the gang

all my n-ggas they on go
yea they itchin for them stains

me jason and sosa turn up da party
make it rain

yea our outfits exclusive
yea we dont step if we look plain

gang sh-t
gang sh-t
2x forever

lets get back up onna track
remember coppin my first pack

you can’t get no gram for 10
yea uk im finna tax

get the gram for 15
or u can get the blunt for the 10
if u ain’t got the whole thang
then uk im finna spin

please dont try to take sh-t
ima k!ll u even ken
i tell da lord forgive me
because i know im finna sin

im trynna stack my bread tall
and have my momma inna benz

yea i swear she all i need
i dont need no f-ckin friends

trynna reach the f-ckin top
i swear that we neva gone drop

soon as we get off the bus
i swear we call the plug to cop

we get high as a
the f-ck
youngk double cup his cup

soon as the gang come thru
why yall n-ggas chain get tucked

we dont want yall fake chains

we just wantin all da cash

1 shot 2 shot 3 shot

then do the dash

dont care if i k!lled em
he was in front of the trigure

so that mean that he was stoppin me from gettin them figures

- chance dinero lyrics

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