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co cash - nonchalant كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(swish)

[chorus]
i got what you want
b_tch, i’m the one
keep me gun
won’t go for nothin’
pockets with lumps
they got the mumps
real as they come
can’t fake the funk
he talkin’ junk
go get the pump
we leave ’em slumped
pull up and dump
f_ck on the c_nt
slap on the rump
then hit the blunt
so nonchalant
i got what you want
b_tchm i’m the one
keep me a gun
won’t goin for nothin’
pockets with lumps
they got the mumps
real as they come
can’t fake the funk
he talkin’ junk
go get the pump
we leave ’em slumped
pull up and dump
f_ck on the c_nt
slap on the runt
then hit the blunt
so nonchalant
[verse 1]
got a couple women in a couple different cities
pretty b_tches takin’ pictures, say they dig a n_gga image
benjis bustin’ out my britches since they kinda fitted
miny moe, eeny meeny, tryna pick who comin’ with me
baby mama trippin’, i don’t show her any feelings
n_ggas say they hitters, ain’t committin’ any k!llings
bentley coupe, and it didn’t come with any ceilings
solo ridin’ with a money bagg, paper really endless
if that b_tch ain’t havin’ nothin’, i don’t want no dealings with her
two hoes, one me, let’s play monkey in the middle
thought i was a little n_gga but i got a bigger pistol
two guns, on me, guarantee that one’ll hit you
five, four, three, to the two, b_tch i been the one
f_ck a b_tch and hit her with the boot, like a timberland
diamonds shinin’ bright on every tooth, i’m my daddy son
like a parrot got a lot of loot, still won’t give her none

[chorus]
i got what you want
b_tch, i’m the one
keep me gun
won’t go for nothin’
pockets with lumps
they got the mumps
real as they come
can’t fake the funk
he talkin’ junk
go get the pump
we leave ’em slumped
pull up and dump
f_ck on the c_nt
slap on the rump
then hit the blunt
so nonchalant
i got what you want
b_tchm i’m the one
keep me a gun
won’t goin for nothin’
pockets with lumps
they got the mumps
real as they come
can’t fake the funk
he talkin’ junk
go get the pump
we leave ’em slumped
pull up and dump
f_ck on the c_nt
slap on the runt
then hit the blunt
so nonchalant
(here we go)
[verse 2]
n_ggas mad down bad, still ain’t got a dollar
hate it when a n_gga brag, so they got a problem
got a fully loaded mag in this iguadala (issa nine)
put that stick up on his ass, call him harry potter
ain’t no snake up in my grass, but one on my collar
got four b_tches at the pad and three of ’em models
hit the b_tch then i pass to one of my partners
she know how to work that ass, might call her tomorrow
lot of junk in her trunk, i might hit her bump
from the back not the front, grippin’ on her rump
with the gang rockin’ gucci like i’m lil pump
touch my chain, i’ma shoot you, bust you like a bump
tryin’ really hard not to go back to the old me
i’m a skinny n_ggas but my pockets kinda obese
pop a n_ggas like a bar, hopin’ that he od
just turned twenty_five but already was a og

- co cash

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