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Cage
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CK Won
Lyricist:Milo Berger, Christian Palko
Look, y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served Put the money in her Look, I know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow You fuck this, we closin' shit out
If I'm as ill when I'm makin' my arms achin' Holdin' this baby over the roof when my incubus CD skips My wrist slips, look over the edge and score the bitch On the land of them flips, man, start handin' me dames or clips
Fuck it, start squeezin', shootin' mofuckers for no reason Am I buggin' when I burnt the flames after rubbin' Gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'?
People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens When they question me I say where I wasn't Pretty bm puttin' holes in your civic out the window Shermed up if you say I don't live it
Shit's landin', your grills holdin' a divit large enough Large enough forecast fema to pivot Or is it Chris Palko that's givin' these bitches mouthfuls Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels in
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough You might wake up with a mouth full of cum And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg You keep the lint and the crumbs If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
Now don't start gettin' jumpy I'm happy to pump three clips to your face Then set out to leave the country
Bitch, smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat And get whats left of the bitch back Eat later rap to heat haters pimp Like I feed 'em feet first to gators
Skin' grafts can't hide the brand And then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in it Then send 'em home with three of my mans in it 'Cause I'm no prince like protective palm laminates Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Think shit's silly, now watch the nine milly Put this really dull bitch brains all in the belly That's fifty K more, fifty more to gun Or play back to the lab with a big tittied run away Guess who ain't gonna pay to paint islands Gettin' head from a wilin' bitch and still drivin'
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough You might wake up with a mouth full of cum And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg You keep the lint and the crumbs If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
I left a trail of dead nurses, kept the ID from their purses Started my own 1 900 number service Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time Still collectin' note when I'm too wasted to rhyme
You in the basement online with the webcam Go, get your head slammed, limbs broke bedpan All for this bitch played you for Chris IV in your wrist and fist pumpin' you Cage piss
With the incidentals of cage kennylz Cut through the panties with the rocks and the dentals Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch Unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached
Shoot up an M5 and whoever in it 'Cause I ain't got one and I ain't waitin' a minute If the ransom ain't met then I ain't cakey to floss Cheeze grater to face and start scrapin' it off
CK won, yeah, for CK run your dough, bitches I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough You might wake up with a mouth full of cum And it's eat the rag, I wipe with when I'm done
CK won, yeah, for CK run your pockets, dawg You keep the lint and the crumbs If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds
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