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lunch money gang - wcb lyrics

[verse 1]
n-ggas ain’t cutting no slack in ‘93
b-tch get it together
i’m k!lling i’m maxing relaxing up in this seat
man i’m digging this leather
i’m getting this cheddar i’m focussed
i’m keeping this money the closest
you n-ggas are sweeter than potion
y’all digging them b-tches the mostest
hitting switches as i’m dipping then i glide
catch me out in cali yell “exhibit, pimp my ride”
man the way i’m living is exquisitely so fly
let them little homies know the limit is the sky
west coast banging, deep stroke player stuff
man the way i hit this she ain’t even wanna bring it up
lokin,’ lokin’
what’s in that sh-t that you smoking?
the last thing you seen that was cooler than me
i will bet you a g you was frozen n-gga
lokin,’ lokin’
what’s in that sh-t that you smoking?
last thing you seen that was cooler than me
i will bet you a g you was frozen n-gga
lmg or slit your throat
you don’t even stroke it good
what you think she b-tching for?

[hook x2]
man crack the roof and say what’s up to the moon
living every day just like there’s nothing to lose
man hit them switches with a comfortable cruise
west coat banging i’ma take them to school

[verse 2]
sup ho? shorty riding shotty hit them switches right
maintaining candy painting sw-nging with them b-tches like
going through the contacts in my [?] i’m gon’ hit tonight
usually there’s plenty henny anyway i’m sipping white
they hands on that pavement hitting corners and they gripping tight
shorties on the street fussing and cussing but they didn’t fight
every day in my hood a blood or a cript in sight
g-ngb-nging pitching dice, maintaining this is life
hey homie, where you from?
you don’t ever bang
can’t just be whatever gang
what you rep, what’s that you claim?
bet you lame, punk -ss buster, mu’f-cker
d-mn you softer than usher
we lokin’ all you suckers
got that sox hat on my chuckers
i’m waved up and paid yup
you want a slice of my cake but
i’m only giving y’all pay cuts
man say what? blaze up
she acting loose i’m baited yup
i’m yaking juice i made her suck
bruh that’s the truth lay back and

[hook x2]

[verse 3]
yea, we keep it pushing like a stroller
everybody know me and don’t n0body know you
my heart is getting colder, my money getting older
dreads on my head, hanging down past my shoulder
original high roller, rolling through your resident
with my first lady, i be looking like the president
customize clothing, threw the k up on that letterman
think about the greats before you talk about who i’m better than
i do my own thing, i go my own route
we can car talk cause all of my wheels done spoke out
no we can card talk cause all of my wheels are spoked out
i mean they spoke out, n-gga i be loked out
west coast cali bud, she giving me cali love
grab a noob, add it up, dude she got a fatty duh
lmg or bungy jump
rap until the sun come up
man i be on the up and up

[hook x2]

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