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dj infamous - double cup lyrics

what you talking ’bout money?
money? b-tch, i blow it
talking ’bout weed? shorty, come roll it
talking ’bout hoes? yeah, they going
what about me? b-tch, i’m rolling
i’ve got my double cup with my top down
double cup with my top down
double cup with my top down
double cup with my top down
double cup with my top down

double cup with my logo, 36 of that cocoa
yeah, the product’s good, you know the number’s right
and if you’ve got to check, then it’s a no-go
all this snow, i’ve been a snow man
always blowing strong… can you believe this sh-t?
f-ck both of y’all, i fear no man
my top quit and that trippy, seats tan, rice crispy
got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
fits in your trunk, it hold 50
too many chains, that look crook
pyrex and water would best cook
see my lil’ homie with me? he hold me down
he gonna take the shot just like westbrook
“who he think he is?” said vp
vice president young, you’ve got to see me
n-gg-, f-ck around and get an alb-m date
i’ll have ’em drop your -ss on gp
now i’m f-cked up and that’s f-cked up
your b-tch on me now, tough luck
i don’t do the lean, don’t f-ck with molly
and that’s grown sh-t in that white cup
we talking bout

double cup with my top down , .40 cal’, couple glock rounds
handcuffed your chick, that b-tch on 24 hour lockdown
and rappers got these stale flows, front hard like sh-ll toes
the man behind that voice is gay as f-ck, y’all n-gg-s elmos
been twelve years, i still shine, money long, i still grind
used to be a thousandaire, but i had to eat, it’s meal time
then after that it’s bill time, we f-ck hoes to kill time
your plane got them delays, we on my jet, n-gg-, in real time
and all up on that wifi, sipping on them mai tais
infamous just p-ssed the weed and gave the pilots a high-five
meanwhile, y’all broke down, can’t even hold your post down
everywhere we go is popping
everywhere you go’s a f-cking ghost town

getting money, that’s every day, candy paint on my chevrolet
rolling up that a+, ’bout to pour up to meditate
a n-gg- so high, might levitate, one life to live, let’s celebrate
came a long way from selling yay’
now it’s a 100k that should touch the stage
“bandz a make her dance” number 1 on the billboard
i can’t complain, i’ve got a lifestyle that most y’all n-gg-s’d kill for
i’m on the grind chasing real dough, still kick sh-t like a steel toe
codeine got me moving slow, i’ve got too much money for a bill fold
pimp-type n-gg-, i’m a memphis n-gg-
in a hoe mouth like dentures, n-gg-
all i talk is big money, anything else is senseless, n-gg-
smoke some more, i’mma sip some more
i’mma f-ck your b-tch till she pigeon-toed
in the rolls royce getting chauffeured
with the blinds closed, getting blowed

i just came through in that rolls royce
levis, margielas, ask about me, i’m the hoes’ choice
tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
if n-gg-s sprayed up my phantom, i’d walked away like that boy ross
murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
popped a molly then rode off
she had her clothes off before we drove off
“woo!” my n-gg-, her head game, i’mma tell you ’bout it
but “woo!” my n-gg-, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
i need more mollies, i need more drinks
she wonder why her friend can’t get up on the couch with us
that hoe stink
bugatti, rose paint, i ball hard ’cause d. rose can’t
got a 100 bottles coming to my table, f-ck you hoes think?

i’ve got my

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