tangooo – cheerleader lyrics
cashmoneyap
boyfifty bout that money..
hook
i catch a body like cheerleader
i’m catching plays like wide receiver
i f-ck with lil mama, yea she a eater
she hold me down like the police
i beat it up like the police
we doing drugs til we od
trap going brazy like odb
got these hoes going crazy, no codiene
everything happen for a reason dawg
my heart is cold, ’tis the season dawg
free that boy marcus, no neiman dawg
chasing a bag like it stole from a n-gga
i’m with the gang, i’ma pour up lil n-gga
(i’m with the gang, gang, gang, gang)
she caught some feels, i’m like “hol’ up lil n-gga”
(hol’ up n-gga, hol’ up, hol’ up)
verse 1
i do this sh-t for my dawgs and my mom
and my sister so she can live better
life is a b-tch and she can’t suck no d-ck
but i am still glad that i meet her
25/8 i be working like everyday, n-gga i need a medal
call me “delivery boy” i be all the club throwing cheddar
line 2
a man gotta do what a man gotta do
if i ever go broke, i’m taking ya loot
if i ever lose hope, i’m taking ya boo
and i might take ya life, just depends on my mood
i can’t depend on no no n0body
money tall as bol bol daddy
buy my b-tch some rojo bottoms
gang behind me like they photo bombing
line 3
put my lil b-tch up on game
dip my wrist and let it drain
my chopper a alto when i let it sang
my dad had 3 wives, i got pimp in my veins
d’angelo russell, got ice in my veins
couldn’t p-ss on her, i wifed up the game
i feel like drake, getting back to my ways
getting back to my ways like its back in the day
hook
verse 2
chantae turned to me a savage
yea she turned to me a savage
turned the white girl to a addict
if you my dawg, ima ride, it don’t matter
i use to hoop at the high school
drunk af, i was high too
my dawg grape street, not piru
cut a b-tch off like haiku
line 2
i’m the man of the house now
since my pops dead (my pops dead)
you fit the description n-gga
that’s what the cops said (the cops said)
turn a cool -ss n-gga into a hothead (a hothead)
p-ssy turn a young n-gga into a papi (a papi)
line 3
f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a hater if they ain’t getting paper
it ain’t worth my time
my life is a f-cking movie, y’all n-ggas just do it for the vine
if i ain’t great then i’m borderline
nas told me that the world is mine
treat opportunities like enemies, ima murder mine
hook
outro
i catch a body like cheerleader
i’m catching plays like wide receiver
i f-ck with lil mama, yea she a eater
she hold me down like the police
i beat it up like the police
we doing drugs til we od
trap going brazy like odb
got these hoes going crazy, no codiene
everything happen for a reason dawg
my heart is cold, ’tis the season dawg
free that boy marcus, no neiman dawg
chasing a bag, chasing a bag
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