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g man - cash flow lyrics

[intro]
(tre made the motherf+cking beat—beat—beat go, n+gga)

[verse]
smerkish b, yeah, that’s my brother, he a cold n+gga
four fifth’ll clear the scene out for speaking bold, n+gga
that’s your baby daddy? well, on the b, that n+gga told, n+gga
all my n+ggas solid, they’ll never ever fold, n+gga
ten lettas, it’s the takeover, my n+ggas home, n+gga
overcook his noodles like pasta with this pole, n+gga
funk over a b+tch, man, that’s only for them hoes, n+gga
stacking all this dough, straight blues, it can’t fold, n+gga
f+cking on this b+tch and she like a young cold n+gga
going money crazy on these n+ggas, they can’t relate to it
n+ggas say they solid to they gang but they fake to it
n+ggas want the funk, well, i’ma show you how the k do it
gang, aye, b+tch, yeah, we tripping
pull up on your block with that f+cking scottie pippen
blood tried to run so i hit him from the distance
his main b+tch on my d+ck, well, i’ma show her what she missing
b+tch, huh, i love that cash flow
bad ass b+tch, i had to get it out her assh0l+
south sac iraq where you p+ssy n+ggas can’t go
free my brother dice, he been rocking in that f+cking hole, b+tch

- g man lyrics

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