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fastcash jizzle - no subliminals lyrics

you the flyest n**** on the planet
that’s what they h*es be telling me
i can show you how to be a player
they gone call me bill bellamy
catch a body while i’m out on bond
yea that’s a real felony
n**** be witcha then turn against ya
the definition of jealousy
the way i shine mane it’s k!lling em
i hit the club with the dillinger
hanging around nothing but criminals
we aint doin no subliminals!
we ain’t goin back and forth with n*****
we gone pull up and we k!lling em
(we aint goin back and forth wt n-gg-s we gone pill up and we k!lling em!!!!) ayyyy

i got no feelings at all
this sh-t right here for my dogs
this for the n-gg-s who living through me
i be collecting they calls
i want them hundreds, them twenties, them fifties
i be collecting em all
when i die put me on a jersey
because i was destined to ball!
push start on the whip
like ion even need keys (vrooom)
all i think about is money
like i don’t even need jesus ( you trippin)
twenty bands in a pair of skinny’s
off-whites and some yeezys
they say the rap game hard
but i make it look easy

* starts talking

you know it seem like n-body don’t wanna run the race wit you
but everybody wanna hold the trophy when you get to the finish line
what part of the game is that ?
ima make em respect this sh-t ya dig

[verse 2]

brand new whip (yeah)
serve me a bale out the trunk (bale out the trunk)
pockets in swole (yeah)
looking like a -ss in the front (got a -ss in the front)
and i got it by my d-mn self
so a n-gg- can’t ask me for nothing
can’t lose if i wanted to
these n-gg-s can’t past me for nothing
three five in a backwood
i ain’t even not p-ssing the blunt ( ain’t p-ssing the blunt)
made a flick with a bad b-tch
call her kim kardashian or some
(yeah yeah)
b-tch better show me some gotd-mn cleavage
(b*ch better show me some t-tties or some)
f*ckin these b*tchs by the two (naw)
f*ckin these b*tchs by the few (naw)
they need instructions ima tellin what to do
same young n*gga running around
with them glocks
ninth grade i was throwing money out the roof
same young n*gga in the fourth floor m-pod
two years i was on the front page news ( d-mn)
if a n-gg- touch my chain
he gone end up in a morgue
nj ford gone dress him
hundred round drum gone bless
put a n*gga -ss on a stretcher
it ain’t no pressure
i’m the flyest n*gga walking on this planet
you might slip off in this drip
got b*tchs jumping out they panties ( gotd-mnmmn)

- fastcash jizzle lyrics

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