Текст песни PRECIOUS CARGO - Yung Pinch
With
my
shawty
That's
right
They
wanna
stop
me,
I
can't
stop,
no
1Mind
Yeah,
yeah
Riding
in
that
black
on
black
with
precious
cargo,
yeah
Uh-oh,
who's
that
in
the
back
of
the
Tahoe?
Young
triple
OG,
can't
do
it
like
me
I
feel
like
Pablo,
yeah
I
been
doing
my
thing,
no
reason
to
stop
for,
no
I'm
recording
right
now
while
I'm
out
in
Cabo
You
see
this
house
I'm
in
This
house
I'm
in
like
a
chateau
I
been
on
a
private
beach
getting
fucked
up
with
my
shawty
Stayed
down
from
the
jump
Always
showed
love,
look
where
it
got
me
You
don't
need
to
be
so
dramatic
You
want
it,
you
know
you
can
have
it,
yeah
This
shit
feels
so
close,
I
could
grab
it,
yeah
I'm
falling
back
into
my
habits
The
animal
in
me
is
rabid,
yeah
Baby
gon'
make
me
go
savage,
look
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I
really
go
where
I
say
I
go
I
really
do
what
I
say
I
did
All
of
them
things
that
they
talking
'bout
Swear
that
I
don't
really
give
a
shit
Everyone
worried
'bout
this
and
they
worried
'bout
that
Man,
I
just
want
the
dividends
They
acting
funny,
I
just
need
the
money
Man,
I
swear
to
God,
I'm
a
businessman
(Oh)
The
currents
got
me,
I'm
drifting
away
The
past
still
haunts
me,
but
what
can
I
say?
Riding
in
that
black
on
black
with
precious
cargo,
yeah
Uh-oh,
who's
that
in
the
back
of
the
Tahoe?
Young
triple
OG,
can't
do
it
like
me
I
feel
like
Pablo,
yeah
I
been
doing
my
thing,
no
reason
to
stop
for,
no
I'm
recording
right
now
while
I'm
out
in
Cabo
You
see
this
house
I'm
in
This
house
I'm
in
like
a
chateau
I
been
on
a
private
beach
getting
fucked
up
with
my
shawty
Stayed
down
from
the
jump
Always
showed
love,
look
where
it
got
me
The
currents
got
me,
I'm
drifting
away
The
past
still
haunts
me,
but
what
can
I
say?
Yeah,
yeah
I'ma
still
talk
my
shit
Who
you
know
talk
like
this?
If
you
gon'
talk
'bout
me
Might
pull
up
right
on
you,
might
keep
shit
lit
Yeah,
yeah
You
know
I
gotta
do
shit
big
Yeah,
yeah
Bounce
in
that
beat
and
I
jig,
yeah
Thirty-five
hundred
dollar
jeans,
I
ain't
gon'
throw
no
fit
Mama
ain't
raise
no
bitch,
oh
no,
matter
fact,
mama
ain't
raise
shit
Only
thing
she
taught
me
Was
how
the
hell
I
should
not
be
Growing
up,
shit
was
fucked
up
Still
don't
know
how
I
lucked
up,
yeah
Riding
in
that
black
on
black
with
precious
cargo,
yeah
Uh-oh,
who's
that
in
the
back
of
the
Tahoe?
Young
triple
OG,
can't
do
it
like
me
I
feel
like
Pablo,
yeah
I
been
doing
my
thing,
no
reason
to
stop
for
The
currents
got
me,
I'm
drifting
away
(Look
where
it
got
me)
The
past
still
haunts
me,
but
what
can
I
say?
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