da$h – apache lyrics
young n-gga rolling cold, word to king james
looking for me? pictures prolly on your b-tch page
i wake up every day, schemes to get paid, get made
i been the f-cking man since the fifth grade
forever faded, young jimmy rothstein
in a dark caeser speeding and my speakers loud as my reefer chiefing, leaving a permanent smell off in the car
nah, this ain’t that bag weed, i get mine in a jar
and it taste so good that i don’t usually do cigars
just papers, but on this occasion i have no patience
cause after we finish blazing baby my d-ck meeting your jaws
and i hope you give a performance worthy of an applause
pause, or did you get it? shorty no hands
name is d-a-dolla, never was a ronny romance
living too fast, never learned how to slow dance
and my cousins told me money be the only time you hold hands
d-mn
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