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thunderplump! - cashmere lyrics
[verse 1: lost boy sage]
ayo, brand new hoodie, cashmere, brought all of my cash here
and i’m grabbing everything, high fiving the cashier
had to treat myself for all i achieved in the last year
i done showed a lot of people my talent and that’s clear, but
what’s next? i work hard, i want cheques
and a new coupe that i (zoom) to converse with funk flex
i don’t hang with many people, it’s really just one set
it’s llamaspit, lsn, that’s really enough said, b_tch
i let my lungs rest
and now i’m back to spitting acid on this drum set
treat us like a jokе, we’ll leave you comеdians upset
cause’ we gon’ do some things that’s probably better of unsaid
lost boy sage, i’m coming back from the undead
here to switch it up, get money and leave your rum red
pass is to dakkari cause’ i ain’t having no fun yet
a stars about to shine, cause’ i’m lost boy sunset, d
[verse 2: dakkari]
cashmere sweater when the weather nippy
n_ggas all on my tippy, man you ain’t give a flippy
f_ck, knock you out like double sided nunchucks
single just hit 2k? now ain’t that some luck
i need a whip with the bald top like caillou
i need a b_tch that works harder than i do
y’all spitting cold turkey, i’m on raichu
picking out two different pendants, cause’ why choose?
polo on the socks with the ralph lauren jeans
last kings on my sleeves and it’s hanging to my knees
slurpee in my hand, got my mind on ice freeze
i just told the seamstress, “throw a llama on that tee, b_tch”
tired of n_ggas always be counting me out
tired of n_ggas giving trash rappers all this clout
tired of n_ggas saying they always just doubted til’ now
i’m tired of being tired, man it’s starting to tire me out, preach
[verse 3: thunderplump!]
uh, flip the script on you n_ggas, f_ck you mean, f_ck my feelings
i’m vividly, lyrically spitting on this sh_t like i’m dreaming
you don’t know what i’m seeing, and you don’t know how i’m feelin’
we on a new level, thinking bout’ breaking the ceiling
i took some time off, got away from some sh_t
c takes our time off, we ain’t gon’ finish sh_t
see i won’t say that directly, i treat this sh_t like a bentley
i’m moving so evidently on this track
we the movement, not a fad, they told me temi was trash
but they ain’t never with this cash, uh, yuh
my pockets fill with this cash, scratching my sh_t like a rash
i’m never never never never never never gon’ crash
i’m so high homie, i can see the stars below me
i know they names, and i really think they all do know me
this be a new world i found, this grace as sweet as it sound
this whole track gonna amount to the future, watch it now
uh, we your biggest f_cking nightmare
you see the coat a n_gga got on, it be that cashmere
my cash here, i told the cashier a n_gga spun back
all the old sh_t that t was dropping, we ain’t going back
went in the store with the masks and the macks
had to grab myself some new earnings to have a blast, uh
kicked open the door and i blasted here, i packed it here
the cash here, rolling it up to snort your dead careers
too many b_tch n_ggas pulling with the cap
too many f_cking lame n_ggas claiming they could rap
but i be that main n_gga, my ass will never crack
far as being god goes, i’m guessing i could go for that
see i’m the realest, illest, pass t a beat imma k!ll it
i feel it, i’m spilling this sh_t like a f_cking villain
i am that real n_gga you cannot touch on me
you play with f_cking t one time, you gon’ be written boy, uh
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