paroles de chanson CASH COW - JIMMY

I'm a mean mothafucka, I do bad shit
Might buy a house for every time that I ain't have shit
1, 2, 3, 5, hunnid thou
1st generation money
I'm fuckin' cash cow like

You could spot me in a lobby like I'm Liberace
One man army
You gon' need another god to stop me
Pain inside these eyes
'Cause the road was rocky
Still ain't sipped the Wock, he talk his shit, boy
I know I'm cocky
Rap Game Taskmaster
Make your shit look easy
There ain't a nigga that you know that can fuckin' see me
Close your mouth, you got my dick in it, nigga
You internet niggas is chokin' like it's cinnamon, nigga
I'm finishin' niggas
No Mortal here is feelin' you, nigga
You dyin' laughin'
I'm puttin' you out yo misery, nigga
You been asleep, niggas is wakin' up the industry, nigga
From Tennessee to Switzerland
I been a beast you remember?
Short temper make a long-ass trip to the doctor
While you gettin' out the red
Me and Eve eatin' lobster
All I want is blue faces like I'm chillin' at Foster's
I know some boys in blue with sticks
And they don't play for the Dodgers, yuh

I'm a mean mothafucka, I do bad shit
Might buy a house for every time that I ain't have shit
1, 2, 3, 5, hunnid thou
1st generation money
I'm fuckin' cash cow

Like move bitch, get out the way though
Wave hello to my haters when I wink
I feel like Maino
I'm mutuals with presidents
My nigga Vote 4 Pedro
You no bueno, I got queso on my plate
That's why they fuego
Black excellence, I'm Django
Put niggas on my payroll
Shut the fuck up talkin' to me
If you do not know the lingo
I'm shittin' on these niggas
Got these junkies sippin' Draino
Niggas rather end their life
Than see me winnin', livin' stable
And I don't need a label
Show these kids they can do it
Tell 'em "do what makes you happy"
'Cause we feelin' excluded
I see them writers with the picket signs
I stand and salute 'em
These companies stupid
Them streamin' farms is gettin' diluted
Black community wounded
And Gavin Newsom is provin'
The government can't be trusted
They contributin' delusion
Lyrical spiritual, Don, Ken, and Tyler just fusioned
I'm a student of the game
You fake rappers pollute it, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

They some mean mothafuckas that do bad shit
They have a house for every time that I ain't have shit
1, 2, 3, 5, hunnid thou
They got generation money
We the fuckin' cash cows

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