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feltz artist - cashed out (*) lyrics

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(feltz)

were rolling up the weed were on an adventure
her p-ssy tense, but i like it tenser
i’m watching my haters, i got you on my sensor
we can go one for one just like were fencers

and your see me smoking on good kush
then i get handed the money like swssssssh
and no worries girl if that package comes with a bush
we can solve the problem its all good

and please don’t p-ss me alcohol
f-ck about were be out for ya’ll
bally on and the f-cking tool
in the rucksack like i’m of school

and man i love all my b-tches
but i can’t lie some of them look like witches
but then again thats none of your business
k!ll the hater and the witness

errrrp ill be f-cking all my haters
errrrp then ill be in the papers
huuuh ill break your heart: hiatus
the hood is what made us

and if you want to f-ck then lets f-ck
cos i don’t give a flying f-ck
make sure you pay for the rubs
don’t worry ill be bring the drugs

actually weed ain’t a drug stop hating
i think the government are mistaken
weed plants in the bas-m-nt
we creative making greatness

man you better know i’m spitting fire
if you hate then ill p-ss you the wire
your nothing but a bunch of liars
were rip your t–th out with the pliers

i was born in h-ll i’m satan
nascar i got her heart racing
no hook or copy and pasting
scr-p my bars dawg i ain’t wasting

so f-ck about and you can get bodied
i get p-ssy mouth -rs- in the lobby
sometimes i think the hood is dodgy
middle fingers up to the bobbys

f-ck that b-tch sick my d-ck
don’t you stop till you swallow kids
going ham getting cheese
i ain’t the police but i told your b-tch freeze

if your the sh-t i’m diareah
no one in my hood, cries round here
whats that smell, i smell fear
errrrrm im outchea

and you know my team were about it
we got the scopes out were scouting
that night life were owing
i see your b-tch i can hear her howling

she says my d-cks like a browning
money is what i’m counting
just got of the phone with my accountant
jp on the molly man he clowning

i always ball call me townsend
i’m about to cash out cos i pound spend
when you ain’t got nothing there on to the next friend
my popularity going to extend

and i got this b-tch on the molly
and i heard that you want to rob me
they want to come to my property
still living in poverty

im floating where the f-cks the gravity
she keeps it sweat: cavity
my music’s free: charity
and its clear: clarity

and do you hate cos your b-tch loves me?
well my bad for that f-ckery
it ain’t my fault she can’t get enough of me
but thank f-ck that she ain’t stuck with me

and if you stand on my krepts g
ill turn konan on a yungen
just for his cash g
cos my team play dirty

my swagger fresh see me wearing versace
i tell that b-tch i’m driving where the car key?
she’s in the p-ssenger seat getting nasty
saying that she wants to f-ck me

if taylor wants the swift bang better know that it be red hot
and f-ck about your get whanged
we in the building like were out to squat
ill be rolling with swirgang

she says f3ltzyy your amazing
so lets get wasted
then she got naked
i remember that p-ssy, i can taste it

tryna live the rags to riches
round ere snitches get st-tches
body left in ditches
the nina leave your body twitching

tryna get that money anyway possible
people wanna watch me i’m clockable
man ill never be stoppable
we leave are opps in hospitals

if you from the ghetto throw your hoods up
if you smoke weed throw that kush up
i got that drink in my cup
cos i don’t give a f-ck

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