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Cino Gass (Wild West) Video (MV)




Performed By: Cino Gass
Language: English
Length: 1:23
Written by: Steven Collins




Cino Gass - Cino Gass (Wild West) Lyrics




Im frm the wild west nigga where dey aimin to shoot
Niggaz be floccin or they robbin ain't no aimin for school

Im talkin big bags lil niggaz thirsty for cash
Stayin outside for a meal anything for a bag

N if U slidin Out on Western better watch how lacciN
It be some fineass nanas out there nigga iss craccin

Ion give no typa f*cks dats y dese niggaz be pressed
But ion stress it lil baby im da next out da west

I came up thincin as a youngin got da game on tight
And keep da billy tucced close cuz ima aim on sight

Im screamin fucc all da opps N Long Live JJ
N nigga Fucc all snots and fucc da ones dat be fake

I remember we was flexin late night world on wheels
My nigga yc mikey jamieon N me we was kids

Havin dem funny conversations joking smoking it up
But now my nigga died so now my mental really fucced up

Keep a tool around close cuz dese niggaz be bitchez
Its either keep it on u shoot first or die caught slippin

I ain't gone lie lil nigga Dats on me im blessed
But if a nigga wanna try me get da 40 he stretched

N if a rat come about dats on my mama im trippin
Cuz im a real nigga stay post up aint no snitchin
And just to let you niggaz knows Dis shit came from the best
Ima figga that survived through the trenches of the west
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Im frm the wild west nigga where dey aimin to shoot
Niggaz be floccin or they robbin ain't no aimin for school

Im talkin big bags lil niggaz thirsty for cash
Stayin outside for a meal anything for a bag

N if U slidin Out on Western better watch how lacciN
It be some fineass nanas out there nigga iss craccin

Ion give no typa f*cks dats y dese niggaz be pressed
But ion stress it lil baby im da next out da west

I came up thincin as a youngin got da game on tight
And keep da billy tucced close cuz ima aim on sight

Im screamin fucc all da opps N Long Live JJ
N nigga Fucc all snots and fucc da ones dat be fake

I remember we was flexin late night world on wheels
My nigga yc mikey jamieon N me we was kids

Havin dem funny conversations joking smoking it up
But now my nigga died so now my mental really fucced up

Keep a tool around close cuz dese niggaz be bitchez
Its either keep it on u shoot first or die caught slippin

I ain't gone lie lil nigga Dats on me im blessed
But if a nigga wanna try me get da 40 he stretched

N if a rat come about dats on my mama im trippin
Cuz im a real nigga stay post up aint no snitchin
And just to let you niggaz knows Dis shit came from the best
Ima figga that survived through the trenches of the west
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Writer: Steven Collins
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