| Song | Stunna |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The Art Of Dying |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You are not ready | |
| I know I gave him one hells | |
| You want to learn the way to win | |
| But never to accept the way to lose | |
| To accept defeat | |
| To learn to die is to be liberated from it | |
| So when tomorrow comes | |
| You must free your ambitious mind | |
| And learn the art of dying | |
| Wuddup dog? | |
| Ever feel like you drowning | |
| Here I go | |
| Oh Floatin down | |
| I ain’t see you though | |
| Nah Bogus | |
| It’s that art of dying | |
| Let’s (Play this record as frequently as possible) | |
| That nigga cinematic | |
| The skip beat this album | |
| Wuddup cinematic? | |
| Kev-O Magic world | |
| Bogus Walk through my 6 pointed life | |
| Walkin off of vicodin songs, that means | |
| I’m liking this | |
| Take a couple rounds to the coach, now | |
| I can ride again | |
| Let me see the whip on the floor, | |
| OG I’m lightin baby | |
| Takin wax bath, still | |
| I’m certified, high as shit | |
| Dough that | |
| I’m supplyin, keep many ballers admiring | |
| Forever be alive to any suckers who trying it | |
| Wiser than my lies, despising these phony guys | |
| The side of me | |
| I survived, face the martians while | |
| I’m alive | |
| Ain’t your business why, | |
| GOD, stay on my side | |
| Though I’m getting high, living real until | |
| I die In my sin this life, no regrets, | |
| I get it right before they have my lights | |
| Changed man, could sacrifice | |
| So I never quit, fuck you bitch | |
| I hold my strife and | |
| I don’t loom with it | |
| Who gives a shit? | |
| Let’s die tonight | |
| Yea the morning might, go for my song | |
| Well I get snyke | |
| Start if you want, bad the part of me you go to | |
| Christ Summer on to summer | |
| I’m a gunna | |
| I’m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It’s money over bitches, | |
| G I’m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I’m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I’m a gunna | |
| I’m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It’s money over bitches, | |
| G I’m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I’m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Lately I go crazy and my lady ain’t gon save me | |
| And neither all my babies, euthanasia for me baby | |
| These niggas ain’t gon break me, these niggas ain’t gon break me | |
| Swear to God if you hatin pussy, you would never break me | |
| I feel back to the same me, | |
| I’ve been heathing niggas lately | |
| But I spray yall with the | |
| K back til you lay down | |
| I’mma shake it | |
| I can say | |
| I’m in the dark cuz | |
| I was there when niggas blazin | |
| I shot everything, black to | |
| Caucasian, | |
| I’m not a racist | |
| I stare in babies’ faces puff they mama til she take me | |
| She givin me the pussy but | |
| I fuck it like | |
| I take it | |
| Nigga facin a problem, | |
| I’m waitin patient for all you who give a fuck about stripes | |
| When dead is what they call you, bitch stuntin they sayin | |
| I’m settin sacrifice on you | |
| Racing to be the greatest, | |
| I pray to | |
| God but won’t call you girl | |
| Catch me in the mall with my pistol, | |
| I’m ballin on you worse than the fool | |
| Even more realest, that was the motto model | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I’m a gunna | |
| I’m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It’s money over bitches, | |
| G I’m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I’m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I’m a gunna | |
| I’m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It’s money over bitches, | |
| G I’m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I’m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Look alive bitch | |
| Phony ass niggas, you thought | |
| I was out this bitch | |
| I’m right back in it | |
| Pussy, 2 feet in the motherfuckin dope | |
| Cop up, Bogus | |
| Nigga, who wanna come down with me? | |
| Hah Different nature | |
| Scoo! |
| You are not ready | |
| I know I gave him one hells | |
| You want to learn the way to win | |
| But never to accept the way to lose | |
| To accept defeat | |
| To learn to die is to be liberated from it | |
| So when tomorrow comes | |
| You must free your ambitious mind | |
| And learn the art of dying | |
| Wuddup dog? | |
| Ever feel like you drowning | |
| Here I go | |
| Oh Floatin down | |
| I ain' t see you though | |
| Nah Bogus | |
| It' s that art of dying | |
| Let' s Play this record as frequently as possible | |
| That nigga cinematic | |
| The skip beat this album | |
| Wuddup cinematic? | |
| KevO Magic world | |
| Bogus Walk through my 6 pointed life | |
| Walkin off of vicodin songs, that means | |
| I' m liking this | |
| Take a couple rounds to the coach, now | |
| I can ride again | |
| Let me see the whip on the floor, | |
| OG I' m lightin baby | |
| Takin wax bath, still | |
| I' m certified, high as shit | |
| Dough that | |
| I' m supplyin, keep many ballers admiring | |
| Forever be alive to any suckers who trying it | |
| Wiser than my lies, despising these phony guys | |
| The side of me | |
| I survived, face the martians while | |
| I' m alive | |
| Ain' t your business why, | |
| GOD, stay on my side | |
| Though I' m getting high, living real until | |
| I die In my sin this life, no regrets, | |
| I get it right before they have my lights | |
| Changed man, could sacrifice | |
| So I never quit, fuck you bitch | |
| I hold my strife and | |
| I don' t loom with it | |
| Who gives a shit? | |
| Let' s die tonight | |
| Yea the morning might, go for my song | |
| Well I get snyke | |
| Start if you want, bad the part of me you go to | |
| Christ Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Lately I go crazy and my lady ain' t gon save me | |
| And neither all my babies, euthanasia for me baby | |
| These niggas ain' t gon break me, these niggas ain' t gon break me | |
| Swear to God if you hatin pussy, you would never break me | |
| I feel back to the same me, | |
| I' ve been heathing niggas lately | |
| But I spray yall with the | |
| K back til you lay down | |
| I' mma shake it | |
| I can say | |
| I' m in the dark cuz | |
| I was there when niggas blazin | |
| I shot everything, black to | |
| Caucasian, | |
| I' m not a racist | |
| I stare in babies' faces puff they mama til she take me | |
| She givin me the pussy but | |
| I fuck it like | |
| I take it | |
| Nigga facin a problem, | |
| I' m waitin patient for all you who give a fuck about stripes | |
| When dead is what they call you, bitch stuntin they sayin | |
| I' m settin sacrifice on you | |
| Racing to be the greatest, | |
| I pray to | |
| God but won' t call you girl | |
| Catch me in the mall with my pistol, | |
| I' m ballin on you worse than the fool | |
| Even more realest, that was the motto model | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Look alive bitch | |
| Phony ass niggas, you thought | |
| I was out this bitch | |
| I' m right back in it | |
| Pussy, 2 feet in the motherfuckin dope | |
| Cop up, Bogus | |
| Nigga, who wanna come down with me? | |
| Hah Different nature | |
| Scoo! |
| You are not ready | |
| I know I gave him one hells | |
| You want to learn the way to win | |
| But never to accept the way to lose | |
| To accept defeat | |
| To learn to die is to be liberated from it | |
| So when tomorrow comes | |
| You must free your ambitious mind | |
| And learn the art of dying | |
| Wuddup dog? | |
| Ever feel like you drowning | |
| Here I go | |
| Oh Floatin down | |
| I ain' t see you though | |
| Nah Bogus | |
| It' s that art of dying | |
| Let' s Play this record as frequently as possible | |
| That nigga cinematic | |
| The skip beat this album | |
| Wuddup cinematic? | |
| KevO Magic world | |
| Bogus Walk through my 6 pointed life | |
| Walkin off of vicodin songs, that means | |
| I' m liking this | |
| Take a couple rounds to the coach, now | |
| I can ride again | |
| Let me see the whip on the floor, | |
| OG I' m lightin baby | |
| Takin wax bath, still | |
| I' m certified, high as shit | |
| Dough that | |
| I' m supplyin, keep many ballers admiring | |
| Forever be alive to any suckers who trying it | |
| Wiser than my lies, despising these phony guys | |
| The side of me | |
| I survived, face the martians while | |
| I' m alive | |
| Ain' t your business why, | |
| GOD, stay on my side | |
| Though I' m getting high, living real until | |
| I die In my sin this life, no regrets, | |
| I get it right before they have my lights | |
| Changed man, could sacrifice | |
| So I never quit, fuck you bitch | |
| I hold my strife and | |
| I don' t loom with it | |
| Who gives a shit? | |
| Let' s die tonight | |
| Yea the morning might, go for my song | |
| Well I get snyke | |
| Start if you want, bad the part of me you go to | |
| Christ Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Lately I go crazy and my lady ain' t gon save me | |
| And neither all my babies, euthanasia for me baby | |
| These niggas ain' t gon break me, these niggas ain' t gon break me | |
| Swear to God if you hatin pussy, you would never break me | |
| I feel back to the same me, | |
| I' ve been heathing niggas lately | |
| But I spray yall with the | |
| K back til you lay down | |
| I' mma shake it | |
| I can say | |
| I' m in the dark cuz | |
| I was there when niggas blazin | |
| I shot everything, black to | |
| Caucasian, | |
| I' m not a racist | |
| I stare in babies' faces puff they mama til she take me | |
| She givin me the pussy but | |
| I fuck it like | |
| I take it | |
| Nigga facin a problem, | |
| I' m waitin patient for all you who give a fuck about stripes | |
| When dead is what they call you, bitch stuntin they sayin | |
| I' m settin sacrifice on you | |
| Racing to be the greatest, | |
| I pray to | |
| God but won' t call you girl | |
| Catch me in the mall with my pistol, | |
| I' m ballin on you worse than the fool | |
| Even more realest, that was the motto model | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Summer on to summer | |
| I' m a gunna | |
| I' m tryina mind my business, you can run up if you wanna | |
| It' s money over bitches, | |
| G I' m always on the come up | |
| You niggas hatin on me, | |
| I' m a motherfuckin stunna stunna | |
| Look alive bitch | |
| Phony ass niggas, you thought | |
| I was out this bitch | |
| I' m right back in it | |
| Pussy, 2 feet in the motherfuckin dope | |
| Cop up, Bogus | |
| Nigga, who wanna come down with me? | |
| Hah Different nature | |
| Scoo! |