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wanski - dog and cards lyrics

(oh my goodness, oh my goodness ceecee.)
(313 mafia.)

ran up a 100 ball, just threw 20 on my wrist
woke up this morning they just threw 20 on my sh+t
i still play with dog, but the fraud yeah i’m doing it
lame n+ggas f+cked up the sauce, yeah they ruined it
i just touched to the town and they chewing it
all they want is all fetty so i’m bluing em’
i’m in the mob, we live our life like a movie
taliban, 200 shots for the goofies
was grown when i was young, already know how to play it
tryna spray it, but ain’t tryna spread it when i spray it
i’m in moms crib hittin’ blow in the bas+m+nt
she like “what’s that smell” ion’ know, must be paintin’
tha real in my vеins i can’t fake it
drank in my veins i can taste it
don’t gamblе with your life, you can’t pay it
p+ssy, some sh+t goin to the grave i can’t say it
whole team up, and running
n+gga throw a punch this way, know we comin’
we known for droppin’ hunnids’
quick to drop a 5 too
car full of reapers, walk a n+gga down with dis heater
taking ricky head, and them dreads when we meet up
k!ll half the squad, hit the o with my feet up
y’all n+ggas know what the f+ck goin on man
realerdenreal sh+t man
n+gga know he playin’ wit’ us he gettin’ burnt
straight up

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