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ty money - cinco 3 (intro) lyrics

[verse 1]
conco 2 had n-ggas set trippin
cinco 3 got n-ggas tip-toeing
set up a threesome make yo b-tch join
i might take a hoe to honolulu if that b-tch going
i might put 300 on ha big coin
that choppa wit me like we hip joint
i shot a n-gga in his hip, groin, arm, leg
i got blood all on my rick owens
i got nut all on my b-tch sow in, palm, head
you betta run up wit a paramedic, i get you done up like its care credit
and free lil wet up out that cell wit it
they took his pop he like to h-ll wit it
football numbers nfl wit it
my n-ggas fightin’ under stairs wit it
and they look foward to the jail visits
-too bad ain’t no hugs wit it
and free the studda man and bud wit it
im draccula wit all that blood sippin, chi-raq ain’t no love in it

[interlude]
cinco 3. in those streets. keep yo piece
we on sib but we so west, we so east
we so south, she go south
money come bring all the bad hoes out

[verse 2]
cinco 1 got n-ggas in tune
i make it hot like it was in june
from my apartment to a 10-room
then let my moma pic the big room
ma you ain’t gon have to pay no rent soon
ch-lla h. i love yo -ssets
and queen key i love yo dimples
chin chilla meek i love yo mental
and shauna you know i commend you
and sa sa how can i forget you?
who do this sh-t like money, b-tch who?
a pitbull to a sh-tzu, these n-ggas frauds and they kicks fu
yo rollie hard but the tic fu
and yo lil broad say yo d-ck fu
f-ck you when the rent due
i f-ck ha good at the godfrey
we smoke a blunt and lay up all week
then conversate bout marcus garvy
she from l.a but im from harvey
cinco de money gave you all 3
god lee

- ty money lyrics

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