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fg famous - cancer lyrics
[intro]
the heroes
drill on this b-tch (yeah)
that cancer, that cancer
who want smoke? p-ssy n-gga
like that
[chorus]
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that stick and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that glock and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
[verse 1]
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (we bringin’ cancer)
when pressure hit, somebody gon’ need a pamper (gon’ need a pamper)
and we ain’t sparin’ sh-t, you with your b-tch, we gotta stamp her
and my youngins charge you down, said you want smoke
here go some candles, b-tch, we givin’ out free cancer (what else?)
now that’s some sh-t that you can’t handle (uh-uh)
just for thinkin’ this a joke, n-gga gon’ flip you out them sandals (come here)
extended four-o’ll turn that boy to danny phantom
chapo aim above the throat, he want your head just like some dandruff (he want your top)
everywhere we go, we keep it on us like a camera
strap in all at my show, you play and end up on the channel
wanna be the first to go, n-gga, i’ll make you an example
watch the stick open his chest just like the qb for the panthers (rrah, rrah)
[chorus]
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that stick and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that glock and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
[verse 2]
yeah, my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer
lil’ brother step good, shoot good, and he got handles
lil’ b-tch get out of line, we in your woods like a camper
tryna catch you from behind with that four-five, leave your sh-t scrambled
they got problems, we got answers (what else?)
real smoke, come get a sample
since he think he ironman, this glock gon’ make him mc hammer (hah)
been feelin’ like f-ck a n-gga, i ain’t never had no manners
disrespect me, smith & wessons peel your sh-t like a banana
when it’s up, b-tch, it’s stuck, you gotta see me
on internet, n-ggas be tough, just stay the same when you meet me (believe that)
see lil’ one dropped his nuts, tryna blow up and get a retweet
gon’ be the reason that his face pop up on channel 9, tv, p-ssy b-tch (you ain’t know?)
[chorus]
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that stick and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
my young n-ggas bringin’ cancer (like b-tch, come here)
too much smoke, no, you can’t handle (uh-uh)
i’m tryna light your -ss up just like a candle (rrah, rrah)
hop out with that glock and turn your b-tch -ss to a dancer, a dancer
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