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lil cash f.n.b - enemy problems lyrics

++[intro]++
walkin’ on these features
you’re lucky i did it for free
yeah, i’m tired of these yappin’ ass motherf+ckers talkin’
but they don’t wanna handle the beef
people see the white boy rappin’
and they automatically think he tryna be hood
rollin’ through my city like what’s good
know they ain’t f+ck with me so i leave ’em shook

++[hook]++
talkin’ on the ‘gram, you can stay a fan
how you stand on business from the ground?
they gon’ get quiet when we come around
gon’ run it up, get a bag

++[verse 1]++
all my n+ggas be slidin’, get hit like a tag
all my n+ggas bе spinnin’, get hit on the low
god, yeah, no, hе can’t trust a hoe
my n+ggas be slidin’, get hit with that flow

++[verse 2]++
yeah, we let it blow
if you beefin’ with cash
we get with the flow
now i’m gettin’ low
++[pre+chorus]++
b+tches on my d+ck
yeah, i let it blow
feelin’ like lil tyler
yeah, i hit the flow

++[chorus]++
i’m lil cash
most these rappers trash
wanna talk the smack
i can get your b+tch walked like a dog
and i smack her ass

++[verse 3]++
got a bad b+tch to the left
got a bad b+tch to the right
walk up on me, it’s gon’ be a fight

++[bridge]++
you gon’ get hit with that b+tch
and it got a sight
x, dabeaner’ on this sh+t
run it like you got a clip

++[verse 4]++
take the sh+t, then you dip
then i rub it on a cl+t
take a sip, itsy bit
check my wrist, got the ice cold drip on it
++[verse 5]++
here we go again on it
b+tch, you claim you so d+mn hood
but you got a plate with food
dreamed of makin’ waves
never wanted to get
lost up in the maze, gonna do a yolo moment
like nike, just do it, uh

++[verse 6]++
yeah, my wallet fatter than your b+tch’s ass
yeah, i’ma go harder, i got plenty of aura
run your mouth, i’m coming
straight for your partner

++[verse 7]++
ain’t no one to blame, don’t mix my name
this ain’t no game, this really be business
tighten up my circle, only brought the
real gang

++[verse 8]++
can’t f+ck with the lames, want plenty of bands in my name
i’m lil cash
most these rappers trash
wanna talk the smack
i can get your b+tch walked like a dog
and i smack her ass
++[outro]++
i’ma start hittin’ people, stand in my way
tired of them talkin’, but they won’t stand in my face
check my dms, y’all still talkin’ sh+t
gotta stand on it, gotta follow through
she want the attention, i’ma give her that too
she kept callin’ my phone, sayin’ “who this b+tch?”
had to cut her off, she takin’ too many pics
yeah, got a bad b+tch to the left
got a bad b+tch to the right
walk up on me, it’s gon’ be a fight
you gon’ get hit with that b+tch
and it got a sight
and it got a sight

- lil cash f n b lyrics

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