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cyrax - tank lyrics

[chorus: cyrax]
n-gg- f-ck a whip, i’m in my tank
f-ck yo guns b-tch, i’m in my tank
pull up and we hangin’ out the tank
all my n-gg-s shootin’ out the tank
smoke big gas lil b-tch straight to the face
count big racks lil b-tch stay in yo place
ion’ want your p-ssy b-tch you stank
i just want some money like a bank

[verse 1: cyrax]
n-gg- f-ck a whip i’m in my tank
only blowin’ dope i don’t want drank
b-tch you know i’m sharp just like a fang
brand new whip it’s orange look just like tang
on the block all day i’m addin’ up digits
i want top tell yo hoe it’s time to get it
imma’ shine the hardest for my gang
if you havin’ straps then let it bang
ooh, don’t do it, all my hoes get to it
they tryna’ steal my drip but they can never get the blueprint
the way i do this sh-t i need a trophy
the way i f-ck that b-tch i think she owe me
ooh, amazin’ all my diamonds blazin’
she see a n-gg- shinin’ now she wanna go have my baby
yes i got it her from my cousin and she extra sl-tty
yes i f-cked that b-tch outside my crib i think she love me

[chorus: cyrax]
n-gg- f-ck a whip, i’m in my tank
f-ck yo guns b-tch, i’m in my tank
pull up and we hangin’ out the tank
all my n-gg-s shootin’ out the tank
smoke good gas lil b-tch straight to the face
count big racks lil b-tch stay in yo place
ion’ want your p-ssy b-tch you stank
i just want some money like a bank

[verse 2: $ilkmoney]
uh, oh i’m singing to yo b-tch just like i’m tank
she wan’ f-ck me but i told that b-tch she can’t
i call my glock waka flocka it go hard as f-ck in the paint
they call the cops if i pop up and beg me not to take they chain
b-tch i’m a fool with it
ain’t sh-t candy handy mandy i use my tool with it
one is dandy but really i’m gon’ need bout’ two b-tches
f-ck her p-ssy up till it bleed it need a few st-tches
load me a clip let it rip and shoot through a fool fitted
too many .22’s in the back drop
f-cked yo’ b-tch so she could give me tips on the stash spot
dope so dense i could stuff it fit a zip in the match box
heard this the jackpot kick yo’ door and take the cash crop
m240 extended when it spit it will not stop
i leave her jaw dropped like n-gg-s eatin’ some pop rocks
me not f-ck with no p-ssy, mandem boys be the top shot
catch him in the lobby like tut did when he shot pac

- cyrax lyrics

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