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32c - str8cashc3 lyrics

[chorus]
feds keep takin’ all my extra clips, and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout these drums, i’m talkin’ ‘bout my brothers, b*tch
they all locked for murders, burners, and a few attempts and sh*t
gang gang caught two bodies in a rental whip
anywhere we see ‘em get to sendin’ it
if i can’t open fire, my mom’s a liar if we don’t take his sh*t
these lil n*ggas fakin’, b*tch
12 down the street i know they takin’ pics
hopped out on that lil boy like “police”, we had to fake the blitz
gps trackin’ his food down that sh*t gon’ make me rich, rich, rich
and i gotta say no names or make even a diss
they know exactly how i’m comin’, real dеmon, kid
we don’t take plenty souls from diffеrent blocks, don’t give no sh*ts

[verse]
don’t give no f*cks, big young and turnt, wop the plain jane and cop somethin’ buss
32c, i was on that bus, now it’s amg’s and m3’s, they can’t talk to us
spent a 100k on ice, still don’t feel like that’s enough
in the spot thumbin’ through 250’, like who can i trust?

[chorus]
feds keep takin’ all my extra clips, and i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout these drums, i’m talkin’ ‘bout my brothers, b*tch
they all locked for murders, burners, and a few attempts and sh*t
gang gang caught two bodies in a rental whip
anywhere we see ‘em get to sendin’ it
if i can’t open fire, my mom’s a liar if we don’t take his sh*t
these lil n*ggas fakin’, b*tch
12 down the street i know they takin’ pics
hopped out on that lil boy like “police”, we had to fake the blitz
gps trackin’ his food down that sh*t gon’ make me rich, rich, rich
and i gotta say no names or make even a diss
they know exactly how i’m comin’, real demon, kid
we don’t take plenty souls from different blocks, don’t give no sh*ts

- str8cashc3 lyrics

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