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Quick cash



Quick cash
By The_Maggot on 12/26/2014
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Quick cash, quick cash
Now you got something to puff and pass
Quick cash, quick cash
Breaking in to houses when you already got a stash

(Enter conversation)

Yo, what's all in this biz
Feels like I'm breathing in piss
You call this shit Kush
I might as well grind your face into mush

Hey, listen
You know I aint a dealer
I'm just an average stealer
All I need is to make some dough (make some dough)
Just take a couple more and get slow (get slow)

Nah, fuck this
You're acting like a miss
In fact, that's what you is
Nothing better than a sissy,
Who can only smoke something pissy

Shits bad for you anyways
I'd say it'd make your lungs seperate
But still it ain't free
I want my money, B

Here's your money bitch
Now remember
After this
Your face isn't some thing I want to see
Sabe?

Quick cash, Quick cash
You make it to have something to smoke and pass
Quick cash, Quick cash
That weed you getll make you a dopey ass

If my stash is low, and I'm without an ego
You know where I go
I'll tell you one thing
It ain't where the 5-0 go
Now when I get there
I walk out the car, and see the house afar
Gotta break down the door
Gotta see what's in store
Needing to make me some cash, nigga
Hand it ova, or I'll pull the trigga!

Don't wanna mess with me
I needs to make me some goddamned cash
Now I'm stuck here dealing with this ass
Here some sirens
Now I know I'm done stealing

Me and the homies riding out
We're in the car, thinking were stout
Red and white,
Now we're in a plight

They ain't gonna put me in jail
Even if don't have the money to bail
If ain't free
That ain't something that'll be

The engines busted
Ti the side it thrusted
Went right Into a pole
Out the window you go

Quick cash, Quck cash
Now you in a bag, just came out of a crash
Quick cash, Quick cash
Your sons at home wondering where you at
Quick cash, quick cash
He don't know what's a bout to pass
Quick cash, quick cash
Without you now he's gonna crash


? By The_Maggot On 12/26/2014 1:20:25 AM
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