Cage - Ck Won Lyrics

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look y'all gotta get in fuckin' line if you want to get served

Put the money in her

Look i know y'all used to them bottles of that piss yellow

You fuck this we closin' shit out

If i'm as ill when i'm makin' my arms achin'

Holdin' this baby over the roof when my incubus cd skips

My wrist slips look over the edge and score the bitch

On the land of them flips man start handin' me dames or clips

Fuck it start squeezin' shootin' mofuckers for no reason

Am i buggin' when i burnt the flames after rubbin'

Gasoline on my arms and chest and start huggin'?

People in the precinct like cousins by the dozens

When they question me i say where i wasn't

Pretty bm puttin' holes in your civic out the window

Shermed up if you say i don't live it

Shit's landin' your grills holdin' a divit large enough

Large enough forecast fema to pivot

Or is it chris palko that's givin' these bitches mouthfuls

Then it's thank you notes on their face with scalpels in

Ck won yeah for ck run your dough bitches

I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough

You might wake up with a mouth full of cum

And it's eat the rag i wipe with when i'm done

Ck won yeah for ck run your pockets dawg

You keep the lint and the crumbs

If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun

Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds

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Now don't start gettin' jumpy

I'm happy to pump three clips to your face

Then set out to leave the country

Bitch smack enabled the quick snack scoop out the twat

And get whats left of the bitch back

Eat later rap to heat haters pimp

Like i feed 'em feet first to gators

Skin' grafts can't hide the brand

And then rolled up here with your husband after my hands in it

Then send 'em home with three of my mans in it

'cause i'm no prince like protective palm laminates

Think shit's silly now watch the nine milly

Put this really dull bitch brains all in the belly

That's fifty k more fifty more to gun

Or play back to the lab with a big tittied run away

Guess who ain't gonna pay to paint islands

Gettin' head from a wilin' bitch and still drivin'

Ck won yeah for ck run your dough bitches

I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough

You might wake up with a mouth full of cum

And it's eat the rag i wipe with when i'm done

Ck won yeah for ck run your pockets dawg

You keep the lint and the crumbs

If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun

Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds

I left a trail of dead nurses kept the id from their purses

Started my own 1 900 number service

Gettin' mad at earth is a waste of time

Still collectin' note when i'm too wasted to rhyme

You in the basement online with the webcam

Go get your head slammed limbs broke bedpan

All for this bitch played you for chris

Iv in your wrist and fist pumpin' you cage piss

With the incidentals of cage kennylz

Cut through the panties with the rocks and the dentals

Speakin' of which no gifts for the snatch

Unless you want diamond earrings with earlobes attached

Shoot up an m5 and whoever in it

'cause i ain't got one and i ain't waitin' a minute

If the ransom ain't met then i ain't cakey to floss

Cheeze grater to face and start scrapin' it off

Ck won yeah for ck run your dough bitches

I leave and tip y'all in ones out of dough

You might wake up with a mouth full of cum

And it's eat the rag i wipe with when i'm done

Ck won yeah for ck run your pockets dawg

You keep the lint and the crumbs

If you climb out the trunk be happy to see sun

Not get the fuck back to work and get me some more funds

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