"After Cash Money Concert" lyrics
"After Cash Money Concert"
As we continue
From the second episode on As the Magnolia turns
You dig?
Man, like we 'bout to get caught in rain
Man, damn shit, my Reeboks gon' get goddamn wet
Man, fuck yo' Reeboks, man, look at this cop slowin' down
Shit, just keep walkin'
Damn
Ah, voila!
Fuck
You thought you were bad ass, huh, in the club?
Motherfucker gotta catch me
You thought you were bad ass, huh?
Cool, come back, come back, man, come back
I'm goin' to pump a cap in a nigga's ass tonight
You better run nigga
It gon' be one of you
It ain't gotta be all that, bro
I am from the Magnolia too, you bitch
Boss, boss, boss, we ain't gotta kill him, you know
I'm sorry, bro
What do you mean? You know what?
Just spare him man, he just wanted to get in the club
You actin' like a bitch right now
Help me, bro, help me
You actin' like a bitch
Nah, none of that, none of that
I'm just sayin', you know, you ain't gotta kill him man
Help, I'm sorry, help
I want them dead
I want their mothers dead
Help me, I'm sorry
I want their grandmothers dead
It ain't gotta be all that, bro
Son of a cousins of bitches
- AZLyrics
- J
- Juvenile Lyrics
album:
"400 Degreez" (1998)
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