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Cash Cash Red Cup

her bring her friends Do it every night Party never ends Like a drink that i can't stop sippin' Red cup, you know i fly solo Solo... uhh. yea cash cash

perfect for the paps, just pose and when we start going in this club you gon' start comin' off them clothes [Diddy] My cup is half full I'm sipping on Ciroc and Red

cash by the fist full Pinky and my wrist glow First I took her shopping and then to the disco Windy, Windy, grind on the stallian Double D Cup fuck with

baby pictures Cock my 40 Glock, and my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red and blue

broadcast on the blast with a last broader Why I'm half martyr, the reason I take showers 'Cause I don't like sittin' in ma ass water My reason for red chucks and red

for the hood, glock clickin' Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper Holdin' red pepper

uzi back, you dudes is wack, face it the Wu is back Up at Killa Bee headquarters, full rips is poured up I saw [unverified] sippin' Henny from a iced out cup

want it wit a nigga like me im flamin shit, i came to get this doe, V.I.P wit a thick red hoe, pu-purple stuff in my double cup, rest in peace pimp c

a cig But I'm no smoker They just handed chips to me nigga No poker I'm with a Young Money Cash Money soldier My cup runneth over The same niggaz