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x.o. cash - my dinner lyrics

[intro: kevin perez]
you a f-ck n-gg-
that’s why i don’t f-ck with you

[hook: kevin perez]
yeah, dawg, yeah i ball n-gg-, stay with raw hitters
i don’t f-ck with frauds, b-tch, i do it all winter
and if i don’t f-ck with you, imma get
all my sinners to roll up with my dinner
with my dinner
yeah, dawg, yeah i ball n-gg-, stay with raw hitters
i don’t f-ck with frauds, b-tch, i do it all winter
and if i don’t f-ck with you, imma get
all my sinners to roll up with my dinner
with my dinner

{verse 1: kevin perez}
no aim, that red dot
one-two ball, get your head dropped
roll around with two dimes and the five stop
only chill with real n-gg-s, that’s why we top
run around through my block get your heels popped
that’s why we move rocks right up out your socks
and one time for my dudes back home
and free my bro out that f-cking state
four n-gg-s sending burners all up to your place
y’all can’t keep up to my routes, all up to my pace
that’s why when we run the streets, i always win the race
and i don’t know why y’all can’t say sh-t to my face
all my hitters do is get money everyday
and if we’re stopped, we’re gonna find another f-cking way
shooting 3’s all the time like i’m that boy clay
like i’m that boy clay
y’all don’t wanna see me when i do sh-t
my n-gg-s scoping in is when e lose it
always making bread when i move sh-t
better move, b-tch, when i shoot sh-t
“cause i’m onto stm making music
my bars crazy, it should be in an inst-tution
always win, never losing
got b-tches choosing, it’s amusing
the top she giving, not human

[verse 2: x.o. cash]
stop playing, you ain’t sh-t
don’t come with that fake sh-t
i dodge hate like the matrix
i got gold but no cases
showing off my laces
impact but no bracing
i’m the sh-t, you can taste it
this rap sh-t can’t cave in
you just lost your last chance
last laugh ain’t lasting
look, i ain’t even laughing
go around me like a lap dance
lately i’ve been on my cash sh-t
rap sh-t got me trapped in
cook the cannon, i’m blasting
shooting like i hold a mac-10
“aye-aye” for the captain
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reading through it like it’s macbeth
all the stacks start stacking
i ain’t caged, i’m masked in
real gold, no plastic
real chain, i’m clapping
real watch, i’m back, b-tch
yeah, i got it popping for the low
i be on the gram with my hoe
she doing all this sh-t i don’t know
and i gotta take it back home

[outro: kevin perez]
i don’t know why y’all can’t say sh-t to my face
all my hitters do is get money everyday
and if we’re stopped we’re gonna find another f-cking way
shooting 3’s all the time like i’m that boy clay

- x o cash lyrics

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