F*ck it
Might as well drop it while he hot
Yea
Aye check this shit out
Aye
Yea
I'm full of pain
I remember hustling all night
On the block
Standing tall
Posted like a street light
8 ball in my pocket
Trying to get them feigns right
Have you ever been in beef till where you can't sleep at night
Have you ever jacked a nigga cause ya money wasn't right
Have you ever been caught lacking and you thought you was gone die
Then yo bitch she get to tripping f*cking niggaz on the side
No forgetting
I remember
Man that shit a hurt yo pride
That's no lie
And yea I'm from the Ville
Where it's real
You could die
Never put your trust in niggaz
They be scheming and they lie
I been out here chasing money
I got tired of wasting time
If it ain't about no money
Why the f*ck you on my line
Off the rip
I ain't no bitch
A nigga play
Somebody dying
50 shots up in that tech
It's on my neck
I'll leave u lying
And yea i used to fight
Until them bullets started flying
He shot at me and missed
Boy what the f*ck is on your mind
Bitch nigga
Talking shit nigga
Know some Crip niggaz
Who a get witch a
Catch a body really flip niggaz
Spazzing on the track
I'm going ludicrous nigga
If he came in here with me
You know it's who I'm with nigga
Running wit sum killers
Cold blooded
Get your head bust
When you in the field
Slipping count so keep ya head up
Better watch ya mouth
Cause what you say a get ya head bust
Watched my nigga die with open eyes
I'm filling lead up
Bitch
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga wit that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga with that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang
Big Chino - So Ca$hville Lyrics
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F*ck it
Might as well drop it while he hot
Yea
Aye check this shit out
Aye
Yea
I'm full of pain
I remember hustling all night
On the block
Standing tall
Posted like a street light
8 ball in my pocket
Trying to get them feigns right
Have you ever been in beef till where you can't sleep at night
Have you ever jacked a nigga cause ya money wasn't right
Have you ever been caught lacking and you thought you was gone die
Then yo bitch she get to tripping f*cking niggaz on the side
No forgetting
I remember
Man that shit a hurt yo pride
That's no lie
And yea I'm from the Ville
Where it's real
You could die
Never put your trust in niggaz
They be scheming and they lie
I been out here chasing money
I got tired of wasting time
If it ain't about no money
Why the f*ck you on my line
Off the rip
I ain't no bitch
A nigga play
Somebody dying
50 shots up in that tech
It's on my neck
I'll leave u lying
And yea i used to fight
Until them bullets started flying
He shot at me and missed
Boy what the f*ck is on your mind
Bitch nigga
Talking shit nigga
Know some Crip niggaz
Who a get witch a
Catch a body really flip niggaz
Spazzing on the track
I'm going ludicrous nigga
If he came in here with me
You know it's who I'm with nigga
Running wit sum killers
Cold blooded
Get your head bust
When you in the field
Slipping count so keep ya head up
Better watch ya mouth
Cause what you say a get ya head bust
Watched my nigga die with open eyes
I'm filling lead up
Bitch
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga wit that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga with that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang
Might as well drop it while he hot
Yea
Aye check this shit out
Aye
Yea
I'm full of pain
I remember hustling all night
On the block
Standing tall
Posted like a street light
8 ball in my pocket
Trying to get them feigns right
Have you ever been in beef till where you can't sleep at night
Have you ever jacked a nigga cause ya money wasn't right
Have you ever been caught lacking and you thought you was gone die
Then yo bitch she get to tripping f*cking niggaz on the side
No forgetting
I remember
Man that shit a hurt yo pride
That's no lie
And yea I'm from the Ville
Where it's real
You could die
Never put your trust in niggaz
They be scheming and they lie
I been out here chasing money
I got tired of wasting time
If it ain't about no money
Why the f*ck you on my line
Off the rip
I ain't no bitch
A nigga play
Somebody dying
50 shots up in that tech
It's on my neck
I'll leave u lying
And yea i used to fight
Until them bullets started flying
He shot at me and missed
Boy what the f*ck is on your mind
Bitch nigga
Talking shit nigga
Know some Crip niggaz
Who a get witch a
Catch a body really flip niggaz
Spazzing on the track
I'm going ludicrous nigga
If he came in here with me
You know it's who I'm with nigga
Running wit sum killers
Cold blooded
Get your head bust
When you in the field
Slipping count so keep ya head up
Better watch ya mouth
Cause what you say a get ya head bust
Watched my nigga die with open eyes
I'm filling lead up
Bitch
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga wit that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang shit
Blow ya brains bitch
Who you playing with
Hop out on a nigga with that pistol
Get ya mans hit
I ain't with the talking
You don't know me
I ain't saying shit
Chopper get to kicking
Bullets spinning
On sum fan shit
Gang
Writer: George Parks
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