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! |