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CASH MONTANA lyrics : "My Chick Bad 0'10"

[Verse 1]
Now ya stacks might be thick but my %#@! thicker
A grip off the brick tell ya sister imma dick her

I make my own ends in my drop top Benz
All these (*##$es call me Twitter cause you know I set trends
Cheaaaa got these (*##$es goin crazy

Throwin up the finger man these haters cannot phase me
Got a lot of (*##$es and these (*##$es dressin racy
Live the richest life, I was born with profligacy

I keep her in my targets like a sniper
All the while I'm climbing to the top like a hiker
C-c-c-cause I'm hotter than them fans at the Summer Jam

Hot damn, got Marcialaga's stackin hundred grand

[Chorus]


[Verse 2]
N-n-n-n-now I'm what's poppin ? kernel

Flow stay hotter than a summertime thermal
All black everything ^!$$% nocturnal
On my %#@! forever man I'm talking eternal

I'm on the tour last date Cincinnati
Hit me on that MySpace page labels add me
Hit me on my Twitter mother$#&@er you could @ me

You coming for that first place but you gotta pass me
Gladly, add it up do ya math B
Face green wit envy like the son of the mask three

Don't ask me how I do it cause it's naturally
I ain't even gotta single, yet these $#&@in blogs trash me?
Cause It-it-it-it's goin down ? ditches

Bet you thought that next line'd have to do wit (*##$es
So hold on tight this ride has got acceleration
I'm poppin, poppin, poppin you could call me medication

(*##$hhhhh

[Chorus]

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