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primosux - liquid cash (disturbia) lyrics

[intro: rihanna & [?]]
+disturbia, it’s like the darkness is the light
disturbia, am i scarin’ you tonight?
disturbia, ain’t used to what you like
disturbia, disturbia
[?]

[chorus:]
have ’bout a million dollars, liquid cash
i got the money on me, but this sh+t too dirty
i know i’m the hottest sh+t out, all these labels wanna get to me early
i told ’em “i’m straight, i got more bread than you from sellin’ birdies”
b+tch told me she f+cked my mans, f+cked my friends, thinkin’ that sh+t would hurt me
i been on demon time, already f+cked yo’ friends and had ’em cryin’
you ain’t finna’ make no real money if you ain’t demand no grind
i call the h+llcat, engine mascato, really that b+tch gon’ wine

[verse:]
i eat the up the beat like some muh’f+ckin’ salt bae, call it wine and dine
56 b+tches, they all in the back
i make a thousand songs in a year, don’t sweat
all of my b+tches, they slimy, ‘fore they set you up, they yellin’ out “slatt”
known to give a b+tch a heart attack, she ain’t think i had bands like that
didn’t think i had straps like that, run up wrong, choppa’ eatin’ yo muh’f+ckin’ face
i put that b+tch in her place, she was actin’ bougie, so i put the d+ck on and now she went insane
textin’ my phone in the night and day
callin’ my phone in the night and day
uppin’ my racks up, i got through the riches in every way
take oxycodone and adderall every day
my mom say i need rehab, but i say, “no way”
i can’t take a muh’f+ckin’ break, told that b+tch, “break a leg”
she walked out boa
she looked at me and say, “we need to go hit [?]”
[chorus:]
have ’bout a million dollars, liquid cash
i got the money on me, but this sh+t too dirty
i know i’m the hottest sh+t out, all these labels wanna get to me early
i told ’em “i’m straight, i got more bread than you from sellin’ birdies”
b+tch told me she f+cked my mans, f+cked my friends, thinkin’ that sh+t would hurt me
i been on demon time, already f+cked yo’ friends and had ’em cryin’
you ain’t finna’ make no real money if you ain’t demand no grind
i call the h+llcat, engine mascato, really that b+tch gon’ wine

[outro:]
really that b+tch gon’ wine (b+tch gon’ wine)
[?] and i f+ck up they mind

- primosux lyrics

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