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co cash - silent treatment lyrics

[intro]
ayy, it’s cash (dj kidd, this a hit for sure)
you know the biggest sh+t popper
that motherf+ckin’ n+gga
whatever the f+ck you wanna call me, man (get off)

[verse]
gave the game the silent treatment, ain’t talked my sh+t in a minute (shh)
pockets buffed from all this green, i feel like popeye with this spinach (racks)
graduated from the trenches to the ‘burbs, please excuse my attendance (please)
n+ggas can’t f+ck with me period, b+tch, i’m the end of a sentence (boy)
walkin’ ’round with racks, i’m startin’ to think i might be good at tennis (hmm)
cost a couple thousand every time i go visit my dentist (cheese)
shinin’ t++th like chips, got locked, thuggin’, in pink, i feel like timmy (turner)
black rockstar, i’m big ho hendrix, won’t f+ck hoes without her jimmies (nah)
pop sh+t, july the fourth, red, white, and blue diamonds independent (pendants)
but better yet, i pop sh+t like bacon and grease inside a sk!llet (hot, hot, hot)
broke+ass n+ggas make me sick, my glock get shots of penicillin (fah)
i’m so up, soon as i stand, i might bump my head on the ceilin’ (up)
n+ggas talkin’ this and that (huh?), stealin’ style, bruh, give it back (n+gga)
she know i’m a dog, but she gon’ still give me that kitty cat (woo)
you send a diss, won’t send it back (nah), i do not get into that (ayy)
rock that lil’ baby to sleep, go get that boy some simulate (frrt)
ayy, outfit playin’ pity pat, designer sh+t, i mix and match (yeah)
freshest n+gga walkin’, how the f+ck we gon’ go tit for tat? (huh?)
ap got rocks in the band, i don’t listen to nickelback (ice)
my life like a movie, should’ve signed a deal with cinemax (sh+t)
n+ggas tryna be the toughest (nope), b+tch, i’m tryna be the richest (yeah)
i’m somethin’ like a puppy breeder, big co havin’ all the b+tches (cash)
i don’t like to go by titles (nope), that’s like livin’ life with limits (sh+t)
f+ck bein’ a street n+gga, i’m just a guy who gon’ stand on that business (oh)
quick to tell a b+tch i’m straight ’cause back then, them hoes used to curve me (ho)
“how the f+ck he from the trenches, but he pulled up black suburban?” (how?)
keep my peace, so keep the peace, this glock might cause a big disturbance (fah)
let some rappers pass me, then i hawked ’em like dejounte murray (no)
no more waitin’ my turn, i’m takin’ this sh+t now ’cause i deserve it (right now)
every day i’m plottin’ how i can make momma retire early (yeah)
can’t turn a thot to a queen, b+tch, i’m a king and you my servant (ho)
mr. make a b+tch get on her knees, ho, show me that you worthy (come here)
she ate the d+ck so good, i told her come back for another sevin’ (ugh)
this car go two hundred, drive this b+tch like the kentucky derby (skrrt)
committed a taliban, i might go buy a gucci turban (folded)
45ers, ball like 76ers and i’m julius erving (woah)
n+ggas talkers, i’m a doer (yeah), i’m the sh+t like cow manure (ugh)
what the f+ck is that? it smell like somebody stepped out the sewer (what the f+ck?)
tank on e (so?), pockets full (cash), i’m a dog, i hang with wolves (grr)
missin’ my st. louis, b+tch, i swear she was my favorite chewer (woo)
lookin’ for your b+tch, she somewhere thuggin’ with the members (come get her)
beefin’ ’bout a ho, you just a chicken tender dinner (boy)
baby, i been him like ever since i can remember (him)
to the day i die, i be that motherf+ckin’ n+gga (oh)
[outro]
yeah, i got on
i got on, i got
i got the f+ck on

- co cash lyrics

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