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Niragi 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: Cashleaders
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Jeffrey Herbert, Producer Paul




Cashleaders - Niragi 2 Lyrics




When left alone man is a creature that plunders rapes kills
So shouldn't we revel in it
What's wrong with living our true selves

Pull up and hop out J E double F get guap now
Shot your shot then you got shot down
And I got a chick pregnant in the lockdown
Ran off my son better thank my cock now
Laying down tracks like a railway network
Lyrical nigga like I'm Earl Sweatshirt
Have you bobbing your head till your neck hurt
Been running this shit till my f*cking legs hurt
Man my own bank tried f*cking up my dough
Had ten racks that I wanted to blow
Jay what you gonna spend that on
Whole lotta hookers and blow
Crooked like a creek in the flow
Booked up like I don't need to do shows
Hooked up with a couple dealers in a drought
Bagged up weekly from Mexico
Ay shouts out to the cartel
War on drugs nigga what's a hard sell
All along the border we got open clientele
Moving this weight like a f*cking barbell
And it's gassed up like it's f*cking petroleum
Prices ain't right so I still stay holding them
Feds on the lookout they be patrolling them
Nigga online just straight trolling them
I get the bag sometimes I fumble it
Haters get mad like why he ain't double it
It's mine to enjoy nigga have fun with it
I'm a big tipper here's for your trouble kid
I like guns but I ain't a Republican
I like fish just like I'm a pelican
These snowflakes they be way too delicate
Dress to cold face it I be elegant
Still on point like I need a writer
Thinking outside the box when I'm inside her
All along the web like I could've been a spider
Told her I got the flame and I wouldn't light her
Shouts out Big Jay Legion of Skanks
Dab era got me going insane
Political nigga I think that I'm Dave
Need a Puerto Rican babe to visit my snake
I got a bag on the Fifth
I got a bag on the Sixth
I got a bag on the
Do I have to keep going on this
I got the ratchets staying on past this
I take the molly and flip it in acid
I take the bodies and dip them in acid
Nigga named polly wanna pop crackers
I'm at the party trying to f*ck this black chick
Who's in love with this Japanese chick she smashing
Who rolls sushi right next to my campus
On Christmas I do shit like I'm Krampus
Poor little kids hiding under the mattress
I kidnap them and hold them for ransom
Shouts out to my gang you know where the cash is
Bunch of crazy niggas who don't ever pay taxes
Ayy I got my fangs out and they gonna stay out
Me and Blade at the all-night rave hangout
This shit right here you don't wanna be in
White folks saying Jay Euro-pean
I got the vision even Stevie can see it
This summer I'm too busy carpin' my DMs DMs DMs DMs DMs
No-nonsense home-sense homestead
You wouldn't know style if it knocked you up your head
I like my girls when they're fed
Get her to stop chasing my bread
Jesse Pinkman one link one call
Gusto Fring, my mix too raw
Cooking up a batch Walter White never saw
I'm a slimy-ass nigga but I call Saul

In the end
I am just alone
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When left alone man is a creature that plunders rapes kills
So shouldn't we revel in it
What's wrong with living our true selves

Pull up and hop out J E double F get guap now
Shot your shot then you got shot down
And I got a chick pregnant in the lockdown
Ran off my son better thank my cock now
Laying down tracks like a railway network
Lyrical nigga like I'm Earl Sweatshirt
Have you bobbing your head till your neck hurt
Been running this shit till my f*cking legs hurt
Man my own bank tried f*cking up my dough
Had ten racks that I wanted to blow
Jay what you gonna spend that on
Whole lotta hookers and blow
Crooked like a creek in the flow
Booked up like I don't need to do shows
Hooked up with a couple dealers in a drought
Bagged up weekly from Mexico
Ay shouts out to the cartel
War on drugs nigga what's a hard sell
All along the border we got open clientele
Moving this weight like a f*cking barbell
And it's gassed up like it's f*cking petroleum
Prices ain't right so I still stay holding them
Feds on the lookout they be patrolling them
Nigga online just straight trolling them
I get the bag sometimes I fumble it
Haters get mad like why he ain't double it
It's mine to enjoy nigga have fun with it
I'm a big tipper here's for your trouble kid
I like guns but I ain't a Republican
I like fish just like I'm a pelican
These snowflakes they be way too delicate
Dress to cold face it I be elegant
Still on point like I need a writer
Thinking outside the box when I'm inside her
All along the web like I could've been a spider
Told her I got the flame and I wouldn't light her
Shouts out Big Jay Legion of Skanks
Dab era got me going insane
Political nigga I think that I'm Dave
Need a Puerto Rican babe to visit my snake
I got a bag on the Fifth
I got a bag on the Sixth
I got a bag on the
Do I have to keep going on this
I got the ratchets staying on past this
I take the molly and flip it in acid
I take the bodies and dip them in acid
Nigga named polly wanna pop crackers
I'm at the party trying to f*ck this black chick
Who's in love with this Japanese chick she smashing
Who rolls sushi right next to my campus
On Christmas I do shit like I'm Krampus
Poor little kids hiding under the mattress
I kidnap them and hold them for ransom
Shouts out to my gang you know where the cash is
Bunch of crazy niggas who don't ever pay taxes
Ayy I got my fangs out and they gonna stay out
Me and Blade at the all-night rave hangout
This shit right here you don't wanna be in
White folks saying Jay Euro-pean
I got the vision even Stevie can see it
This summer I'm too busy carpin' my DMs DMs DMs DMs DMs
No-nonsense home-sense homestead
You wouldn't know style if it knocked you up your head
I like my girls when they're fed
Get her to stop chasing my bread
Jesse Pinkman one link one call
Gusto Fring, my mix too raw
Cooking up a batch Walter White never saw
I'm a slimy-ass nigga but I call Saul

In the end
I am just alone
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Writer: Jeffrey Herbert, Producer Paul
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