TearDropz & Closed Caskets Lyrics
| Song | TearDropz & Closed Caskets |
| Artist | Cashis |
| Album | The Art Of Dying |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Teardropz and closed caskets, runnin through my last days | |
| OG duts all in ashtray | |
| Haters got me in they sights, the devil on they side | |
| I’mma ride forever, whatever fuck | |
| I’m down to die | |
| If I got hard life, my wife is my mama | |
| My mother full of shame cuz her son is a gunna | |
| My father respect me and | |
| I was down low with the young snow white coke like | |
| I kill it | |
| I’m a changed man for a while but my 40 pound man to the ground if it’s ever going down | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| I’m not to be fucked with | |
| Knock out by cuspy front kick from my own pimp | |
| Hoes don’t hit me for bread, they want dick | |
| Best O’s in your life tonight what | |
| I get, truth’s be | |
| Like I’m sucka sick, | |
| I’m be rid if you stackin on your liquors | |
| Brothers purpin to them fix, bitch | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m bout to do him in | |
| Look, you probly cock a doodle doo on yourself when you see me slide in that | |
| Chevy My clip is taller than | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| Burner got kicked like karate | |
| This shot it leaves on me, holes on your body probly the size of a bowling ball | |
| Blue bandana, old dog when | |
| I’m rolling on | |
| Boy, I’m just showing off | |
| Take your money, | |
| BM after cash and | |
| I blow it off | |
| Wonder where | |
| I am dog? | |
| My aim is frozen | |
| I put a dime on your back, call it the more, the rosen | |
| I’m in the whippin them struck, you niggas look like you frozen | |
| I’m fin the click and | |
| I clack, my bullets said you was chosen | |
| WOOH, we ridin round with clique pal | |
| Shots of high, you sure look like a | |
| DJ Quick Crall | |
| That crowd around to hear the greatest of em | |
| I said the boy the truth, even his haters love him | |
| My killer salute, it take no days off | |
| And now it’s gang time, turn the lights on | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m bout to do him in | |
| You know my gun on my waist and my only fear is a case | |
| Made a mill and | |
| I owe it all to my safe | |
| I’m embracing the block and the new drop, sitting on fresh shoes | |
| I’m cupping guns by the crates so my niggas keep it fresh too | |
| Nigga and | |
| I will not lose | |
| F-in natures for your hyenas, give your ass the blues | |
| Faith tryina study my moves | |
| They working on indictments on my crew uh | |
| Yea, so the money we keep laundering | |
| And hide it in places that they would never find it in | |
| And if they lootin we know somebody went bitch on us, snitched on us | |
| Cuz they don’t wanna see us that rich homie | |
| Yea, my wrist sick on em | |
| Before they know it, fuck around and now the 5th on em | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I get you knocked off | |
| No calls, mad song but the lights on | |
| Teardropz and closed caskets | |
| Yea dead mourn the bastards | |
| How could they blame me of the ratchet? | |
| I’m slippin out control, as mean as the | |
| Cashis Blasting out the black skin, masked assassin | |
| You wanna row with me? | |
| Bitch, get yo ass in | |
| This thug passion, smoke while mack shit 6 bedroom, beu boo too, dancing in the mansion | |
| The set that gives the pool dick in you til you passin | |
| Yea, vocal chords on screen that kitty cat on swole | |
| Couchy all creamed out 2 guns but each chain, got one for each reign 2012 | |
| I get rich or die but it’s fame | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I’m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I’m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I’mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I’m bout to do him in |
| Teardropz and closed caskets, runnin through my last days | |
| OG duts all in ashtray | |
| Haters got me in they sights, the devil on they side | |
| I' mma ride forever, whatever fuck | |
| I' m down to die | |
| If I got hard life, my wife is my mama | |
| My mother full of shame cuz her son is a gunna | |
| My father respect me and | |
| I was down low with the young snow white coke like | |
| I kill it | |
| I' m a changed man for a while but my 40 pound man to the ground if it' s ever going down | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| I' m not to be fucked with | |
| Knock out by cuspy front kick from my own pimp | |
| Hoes don' t hit me for bread, they want dick | |
| Best O' s in your life tonight what | |
| I get, truth' s be | |
| Like I' m sucka sick, | |
| I' m be rid if you stackin on your liquors | |
| Brothers purpin to them fix, bitch | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in | |
| Look, you probly cock a doodle doo on yourself when you see me slide in that | |
| Chevy My clip is taller than | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| Burner got kicked like karate | |
| This shot it leaves on me, holes on your body probly the size of a bowling ball | |
| Blue bandana, old dog when | |
| I' m rolling on | |
| Boy, I' m just showing off | |
| Take your money, | |
| BM after cash and | |
| I blow it off | |
| Wonder where | |
| I am dog? | |
| My aim is frozen | |
| I put a dime on your back, call it the more, the rosen | |
| I' m in the whippin them struck, you niggas look like you frozen | |
| I' m fin the click and | |
| I clack, my bullets said you was chosen | |
| WOOH, we ridin round with clique pal | |
| Shots of high, you sure look like a | |
| DJ Quick Crall | |
| That crowd around to hear the greatest of em | |
| I said the boy the truth, even his haters love him | |
| My killer salute, it take no days off | |
| And now it' s gang time, turn the lights on | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in | |
| You know my gun on my waist and my only fear is a case | |
| Made a mill and | |
| I owe it all to my safe | |
| I' m embracing the block and the new drop, sitting on fresh shoes | |
| I' m cupping guns by the crates so my niggas keep it fresh too | |
| Nigga and | |
| I will not lose | |
| Fin natures for your hyenas, give your ass the blues | |
| Faith tryina study my moves | |
| They working on indictments on my crew uh | |
| Yea, so the money we keep laundering | |
| And hide it in places that they would never find it in | |
| And if they lootin we know somebody went bitch on us, snitched on us | |
| Cuz they don' t wanna see us that rich homie | |
| Yea, my wrist sick on em | |
| Before they know it, fuck around and now the 5th on em | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I get you knocked off | |
| No calls, mad song but the lights on | |
| Teardropz and closed caskets | |
| Yea dead mourn the bastards | |
| How could they blame me of the ratchet? | |
| I' m slippin out control, as mean as the | |
| Cashis Blasting out the black skin, masked assassin | |
| You wanna row with me? | |
| Bitch, get yo ass in | |
| This thug passion, smoke while mack shit 6 bedroom, beu boo too, dancing in the mansion | |
| The set that gives the pool dick in you til you passin | |
| Yea, vocal chords on screen that kitty cat on swole | |
| Couchy all creamed out 2 guns but each chain, got one for each reign 2012 | |
| I get rich or die but it' s fame | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in |
| Teardropz and closed caskets, runnin through my last days | |
| OG duts all in ashtray | |
| Haters got me in they sights, the devil on they side | |
| I' mma ride forever, whatever fuck | |
| I' m down to die | |
| If I got hard life, my wife is my mama | |
| My mother full of shame cuz her son is a gunna | |
| My father respect me and | |
| I was down low with the young snow white coke like | |
| I kill it | |
| I' m a changed man for a while but my 40 pound man to the ground if it' s ever going down | |
| Punk bitch, | |
| I' m not to be fucked with | |
| Knock out by cuspy front kick from my own pimp | |
| Hoes don' t hit me for bread, they want dick | |
| Best O' s in your life tonight what | |
| I get, truth' s be | |
| Like I' m sucka sick, | |
| I' m be rid if you stackin on your liquors | |
| Brothers purpin to them fix, bitch | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in | |
| Look, you probly cock a doodle doo on yourself when you see me slide in that | |
| Chevy My clip is taller than | |
| Snoop Dogg | |
| Burner got kicked like karate | |
| This shot it leaves on me, holes on your body probly the size of a bowling ball | |
| Blue bandana, old dog when | |
| I' m rolling on | |
| Boy, I' m just showing off | |
| Take your money, | |
| BM after cash and | |
| I blow it off | |
| Wonder where | |
| I am dog? | |
| My aim is frozen | |
| I put a dime on your back, call it the more, the rosen | |
| I' m in the whippin them struck, you niggas look like you frozen | |
| I' m fin the click and | |
| I clack, my bullets said you was chosen | |
| WOOH, we ridin round with clique pal | |
| Shots of high, you sure look like a | |
| DJ Quick Crall | |
| That crowd around to hear the greatest of em | |
| I said the boy the truth, even his haters love him | |
| My killer salute, it take no days off | |
| And now it' s gang time, turn the lights on | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in | |
| You know my gun on my waist and my only fear is a case | |
| Made a mill and | |
| I owe it all to my safe | |
| I' m embracing the block and the new drop, sitting on fresh shoes | |
| I' m cupping guns by the crates so my niggas keep it fresh too | |
| Nigga and | |
| I will not lose | |
| Fin natures for your hyenas, give your ass the blues | |
| Faith tryina study my moves | |
| They working on indictments on my crew uh | |
| Yea, so the money we keep laundering | |
| And hide it in places that they would never find it in | |
| And if they lootin we know somebody went bitch on us, snitched on us | |
| Cuz they don' t wanna see us that rich homie | |
| Yea, my wrist sick on em | |
| Before they know it, fuck around and now the 5th on em | |
| Fuck around, | |
| I get you knocked off | |
| No calls, mad song but the lights on | |
| Teardropz and closed caskets | |
| Yea dead mourn the bastards | |
| How could they blame me of the ratchet? | |
| I' m slippin out control, as mean as the | |
| Cashis Blasting out the black skin, masked assassin | |
| You wanna row with me? | |
| Bitch, get yo ass in | |
| This thug passion, smoke while mack shit 6 bedroom, beu boo too, dancing in the mansion | |
| The set that gives the pool dick in you til you passin | |
| Yea, vocal chords on screen that kitty cat on swole | |
| Couchy all creamed out 2 guns but each chain, got one for each reign 2012 | |
| I get rich or die but it' s fame | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m getting ready then | |
| I got my lights off, | |
| I' m in the | |
| Chevy And the stripes lined out, fuck it | |
| I' m ready then | |
| When I see your man, | |
| I' mma bury him | |
| The stripes lined out, | |
| I' m bout to do him in |
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