Lyrics

Gang bang den throw it up Gas bags gone roll it up Cash cash count it up Iced out den hold up Wut you need nd who is you First thing ima say to you Sums fishy not serving you Life get hard I pray to God. only thang I fear But the devil in my ear I smoke woods nd I drink clear My hands itch when money near Boomin Boomin Is what I'm doing I got the script Not talk'n movies You salute me or you shoot me Say I'm pussy then come nd prove it All that muscle can't stop no bullet All I serve is college students Smoke this shit ya gone be truant Exotic got cha lookin stupid Three 6 Boomin And Davo Juicey J Who is you nd what you claim Last I heard you niggas lame Just a butch of rats nd snakes You post nugs but you sell shake Phil Jackson all I make is plays Gang bang den throw it up Gas bags gone roll it up Cash cash count it up Iced out den hold up All you broke niggas just hush All you broke bitches don't touch If you Getting money link up Gang gang throw it up Gas bags roll it up Cash cash count it up Iced out den hold it up
Writer(s): David Bowman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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