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cml lavish d - heavyweight hank lyrics

[verse]
quarter million all blues
i’m the motherf+cking dude (yuh)
i talk to b+tches rude
put your n+gga on the news (facts)
running up this motherf+cking check, i can’t lose (uh uh)
reach for my motherf+cking neck and get abused (blaow)
versace on my shoes (yuh)
versace on my jacket (what else)
i don’t want that b+tch that you f+cking, she a f+ggot (f+ggot)
i got a million dollars, if you take it you can have it (n+gga)
i’m playing with this money, n+ggas think i got magic (hahahaha)
a 100 for the charm (bling)
50 on my arm (bling)
me and tony rome doing donuts in the foreign (rrrrt)
we headed to the top, that’s the only place we going (dead homies)
white hoes in the back, looking like it’s snowing (yuh)
jealous ass n+ggas hating on me ’cause i’m glowing (yuh)
run up on this benz, bet this fully get to blowing (blaow blaow blaow)
these rappers talking money, i’m the only n+gga showing (facts)
leaning like a cholo, all these 4s i be pouring (uh uh)
i came home balling, got the oppositions mad (sucka)
yo mama on my d+ck, but i should of been your dad (that part)
my b+tch was in the mall, i told her put it on my tab
you could buy the whole store, i ain’t looking at the tag (b+tch)
i bought the b+tch a jag, and my other b+tch a range (rrt)
i’m richer than a motherf+cker, money ain’t a thang (uh uh)
all these n+ggas in my city pimping, i’m to blame (facts)
my hoes turned up, me and yo n+gga not the same (never)
put some respect up on my name ’cause i can see these n+ggas’ hate (yuh)
tell csi to come and grab these sh+ll cases (hahahaha)
everything new, i’m the latest and the greatest
i ain’t tripping off a b+tch, all i hang around is playas (pimp)
all up in stockton with my 209 b+tch (stockton)
she love cml, i’m who she wanna shine with
i taught her everythang that’s my young fine b+tch
she ain’t looking at these n+ggas like she on some blind sh+t (dead homies)
me and dame dollaz in the newest h+llcat (rrt)
souped up charger, we just riding back to back (rrt)
a n+gga rob me, knock his scalp out his hat (blaow)
i’m a iraq n+gga, in the south where it’s at (30 gang)
my dreadlocks gold
my money don’t fold (uh uh)
i just put rolexes on all of my hoes (dead homies)
i got so much bread it’s starting to grow more
we them bank’d up boys, we taking over the globe (what else?)

- cml lavish d lyrics

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