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  • Текст песни Lil Wayne - Cashed Out

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    [Verse 1]
    Fuck nigga, them fuck niggas
    My blunt bigger than these lil niggas
    Keep stuntin' with your bitch ass
    You'll get jacked and Jilled, nigga
    Fuck wrong with these sissy niggas?
    I'm smoking that Bill Bixby nigga
    I'm spendin money, spendin money
    Ben Franklin dizzy nigga!
    Your bitch on my dick, I told her I was busy
    She say "Wayne on me, Wayne on me" cause yo ass need drizzlin'
    That pussy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
    And if she bounce that ass then I'm dribblin
    That pussy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
    There's only one me, ain't no equivalent
    She give me brain, brain like trivia
    I got a black bitch and a red bitch
    I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
    Chopper knock your face off
    Black shades, Ray Charles
    I be killing them hoes
    I got your ho up in my graveyard
    I ain't working with a full deck
    But I pull out that Ace card
    She grab that dick with 2 hands
    Like she about to pray for it
    Clips hanging, no curfew
    Fuck you and who birthed you
    I'm shining like church shoes
    Birdman Jr.: y'all birdfood
    I'm bout it.. I said I'm about to cum
    She opened her mouth: water fountain
    When I'm on the scene I'm on that lean
    Bitch, I'm drowsy
    Man, I'm so high I don't know what I'm laughing about
    I got bars, nigga and it's happy hour!

    ["Hook"]
    Ridin' round with them choppas, not them ninas
    Ridin' with a bitch named Molly and she on Molly - ha!
    Bitch I put my foot in your ass: karate
    Man these niggas can't see me like a diary

    [Verse 2]
    Smoke that weed, let's get irie
    Nina shut up, that bitch got a silence[r]
    Top of the gun there is a scope
    I close one eye, I look like a pirate, fuck it!
    TRUKFIT my bitch up, Tunechi Li big nuts
    I'm getting my dick sucked
    I blow weed like it's dust!
    Spacehead: love pussy, hate feds
    Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
    Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
    I'm a made nigga: Makaveli
    That Mack-11: necessary
    I'm a hard head: I pop the cherry
    No pussy no rats, no Tom and Jerry
    They say your friends are your enemies?
    Well, my friends are imaginary
    I'm the motherfuckin resolution like the 1st of January
    My ride cold and my bitch hot
    I'm tired as hell but my dick not
    I don't gas no bitch, no pitstop
    Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
    Y'all niggas act like lady cops
    My niggas smoke like coffee shops
    That's syrup gang, wafflehouse
    Gunfight, I'll knock you out
    My bitch titties is poppin out
    We poppin up and we get it poppin
    Mask on, gloves on
    Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
    Like Nicki's ass
    Smoking on that sticky bag
    Weezy F: I'm big and bad
    Small feet, but I kick your ass
    I'm the trigger man, and that shooting star
    Eat that pussy like caviar
    She treat that dick just like a straw
    How you like them apples, Microsoft?
    Now wipe it off..
    I do Liv on Sundays: church!
    Step off in that motherfucker fresher than some Certs
    Uuh! Who the fuck is Stevie J?
    I got the ball, playing keepaway
    Kidnap your ass, kill your ass
    Then hide your ass like an Easter Egg!
    It's Hollygrove to my deathbed
    Just make sure my pillow's fluffed
    Hit a nigga with a million shots
    What you call that? A million bucks
    Good weed, we pass around
    Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
    It's Young Money, Cash Money
    Til the motherfuckin day I'm Cashin Out!
    Tunechi!

    ["Hook"]
    Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
    Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
    And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
    Add Lil Tunechi, follow the leader Bitch!

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