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ca$his - the pain كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ca$his]
sup n_ggas
it’s capo, bogish!
county hound 2!
what up ‘natti!
[j speck?] what up my n_gga, ah, aw man
smoking this good [dust storm?] f_ck it
got my n_ggas sad, where my n_ggas at?

[verse 1: ca$his]
i’m stepping off the cross
i’ll put a bong inside the hole in my palm and smoke a bowl before i’m taking off
i mark nonsenses, [?]istic when twisted
pinching for when it’s so much to die, it’s self_inflicted
care to see calcuating, captivated when low dough
i’m worser than that demon that’s coming back after satan
praying that god give me the energy of infinity
’cause i mirror he with my lyricism delivery
with hoes balling the hole like i’m pistol pete
just a masta p, i gave her my ghеtto d
i’m going through these lettеrs like a spelling bee
sl!ckly like eric b. and ra, check out my melody
speech tweaks, methamphetamine pedigree
cops forget my felonies and let me be selling weed
78 to langley, i’m southside crazy
separate me from lames like apartheid raised me
[refrain: ca$his]
smoke or ball with me
n_ggas think i’ma fall off, ain’t never happen
you hear me? b_tches!
haha, hahaha
take a break or bounce back n_gga
it’s bogish!
suck a d_ck n_gga (where my n_ggas at?)
(where my n_ggas at?)

[verse 2: young de & ca$his]
done spent too long in the making
load the bong up and blaze it
take a hit, yeah that’s my sh_t
feel my chest ’bout to cave in
say my soul need saving, this a special occasion
me and ca$his make classics you could go to the grave with (b_tch)
they make pistols for problems, got pills for the pain
off this game, i made every dollar i got to my name
and that’s why i don’t explain, n_ggas hustle backwards, wonder why they don’t obtain
no urkels in my circle, only real ones will remain
wait to kurt cobain
this anti_social rolling with n_ggas going postal, they don’t know you
they was sleeping on the first one but they wake up when the he_rs_ come
you getting it, now they wanna say you don’t deserve something
that’s why i make ’em pay for every day they make me wait for it
and keep a pistol, no one said that it’d safe for us
[verse 3: ca$his]
n_ggas ain’t ‘proaching me folk, i got a scope in the coat
[shimy/see me?] me right through your throat, he hit the water and float
i’m feeling closer to god like i done prayed with the pope
.44 hit your [?], he [cut?] up, crashed and explode
nowadays it’s too soft, i think these n_ggas some hoes
and i ain’t falling in line, i keep it real like a spoke
i got my wife and my kids, i give a f_ck ’bout a b_tch
you wanna ruin my life ’cause you just sucking my d_ck?
i put the hood up for good n_gga i’m wilding and [suge?]
these suckers head in the wall, who put his d_ck in the mud
shotgun pop ’em like elmer fudd
’99 i was rocker up, slanging drugs
after that i was locked up, lame as f_ck
and f_ck going back n_gga, get paper son

[outro: ca$his]
got my bread n_gga
broke sh_t ain’t for me, let’s get this money n_gga
i’m on the ave. n_gga, right back at you, yeah
where my n_ggas at? where my n_ggas at?

- cahis

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