paroles de chanson Pull Dat Cash Out / December - Trouble , Lil 1 , Mike WiLL Made-It
30,
you
a
fool
for
this
one
Young
nigga
ballin'
like
Curry,
bitch
keep
stalkin'
my
jewelry
Sixes
all
on
the
curb
and
know
a
young
nigga
swervin'
All
my
young
niggas
lurkin',
bitch
get
messy
on
purpose
With
my
bitch
she
still
flirtin',
what's
a
dick?
That's
a
thirty
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
crab
bitch,
baby
pull
that
cash
out
huh
Pull
that
cash
out,
baby
this
your
last
shot
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
pussy
nigga,
who
gon'
be
tearin'
out?
You
gon'
be
tearin'
out,
you
ain't
gon'
bust
nann
shot
I
can't
believe
these
pussy
nigga
tryna
beef
about
this
hoe
This
a
freak,
this
ain't
ya
hoe,
you
ain't
street
boy,
you's
a
hoe
I
was
tryna
find
out
how
fuck
that
he
came
through
the
hole
How
the
fuck
da
spot
got
hot,
found
a
leak
went
through
ya
hole
You
been
pillow
talkin'
woe,
real
killa
talkin'
cold
Real
nigga
talkin'
codes,
I
say
jigga,
that's
a
low
Got
a
jugga
in
DC,
got
fight
that
jigga
off
in
court
So
many
jugg,
I
need
a
bankroll
just
like
Hov
Send
a
bankroll,
not
these
hoes
(bankroll)
Rest
easy
Bankroll,
still
my
bro
(rest
easy
Bankroll)
Gotta
stay
on
tippy
toe
(tip),
goin
this
way
way
up
on
you
hoes
Damn
right
off
in
this
bitch,
I'll
put
this
K
up
on
her
bro
I
was
just
tryna
get
money,
you
tryna
fade
the
draco
Young
nigga
ballin'
like
Curry,
bitch
keep
stalkin'
my
jewelry
Sixes
all
on
the
curb
and
know
a
young
nigga
swervin'
All
my
young
niggas
lurkin',
bitch
get
messy
on
purpose
With
my
bitch
she
still
flirtin',
what's
a
dick?
That's
a
thirty
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
crab
bitch,
baby
pull
that
cash
out
huh
Pull
that
cash
out,
baby
this
your
last
shot
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
pussy
nigga,
who
gon'
be
tearin'
out?
You
gon'
be
tearin'
out,
you
ain't
gon'
bust
nann
shot
Pussy
nigga
thought
that
he
was
mob,
he
just
a
mascot
Young
Vito
way,
rookie
of
the
year
like
Prescott
I
got
young
killas,
just
like
Curry,
they
don't
miss
a
shot
They
don't
miss
a
shot,
I
send
'em
straight
up
through
ya
spot
Nigga
had
da
nerve
to
ask
Lil'
1 'bout
a
pussy
ass
bitch
That
hoe
don't
belong
to
me
or
you,
that
hoe
belong
straight
to
dick
These
hoes
belong
straight
to
dick,
I'ma
young
nigga
from
the
bricks
(from
the
bricks)
Ain't
got
feelings
for
a
bitch
(no,
No)
unless
she
tryna
get
me
rich
(for
real)
Money,
power,
respect
though,
pullin'
up
by
the
bankroll
Want
some
problems?
Ain't
think
so,
want
some
smoke?
Ain't
think
so
Hangin'
out
with
them
dracos,
walkin'
up
with
them
dracos
Mob
for
life
that's
the
way
it
goes,
cross
ya
out
that's
the
way
it
go
Young
nigga
ballin'
like
Curry,
bitch
keep
stalkin'
my
jewelry
Sixes
all
on
the
curb
and
know
a
young
nigga
swervin'
All
my
young
niggas
lurkin',
bitch
get
messy
on
purpose
With
my
bitch
she
still
flirtin',
what's
a
dick?
That's
a
thirty
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
crab
bitch,
baby
pull
that
cash
out
huh
Pull
that
cash
out,
baby
this
your
last
shot
I
ain't
fuckin'
wit
no
pussy
nigga,
who
gon'
be
tearin'
out?
You
gon'
be
tearin'
out,
you
ain't
gon'
bust
nann
shot,
pussy
"December"
Ayo
Troub,
get
at
me
bruh,
it's
Mike
WiLL,
I'm
at
the
yo.
It
was
me
callin'
from
that
404
number
man
like.
This
my
new
number
bruh,
get
at
me,
I'm
at
the
yo
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