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Whole Lotta Lyrics - 2.0 - Roscoe Dash

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Yea, like 

Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? 

When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real 

Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal 

You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel 

Cream cheeses beagals, just left san diego 

Glove spin I spin, don't give a fuck about a payroll 

Roll so many hits that ass cow put me on the pay roll 

Now when I date wontago, they there mind is just my plado 

That's a whole lotta money (yea), a whole lotta ass 

We do a whole lotta flyin, that's a whole lotta gas 

And my asstray, I never have a bad day 

Cause throw a couple dollors I be see go make that assquake 

Like go, go, do your thing girl (yea) 

Bu-bu-bust it like we in the super-range girl 

I'm blowing stupid though, but never on the same girl 

I'm only fucking with er' if she down to fuck the same girl 

(Go) 

That's a gang bang (woo) 

Bang Bang (yea) 

Murder Case and every night we on the same thing 

Ain't no way to solve it (nah) 

Call it what you call it 

If you never been around it, then you don't know shit about it 

Damn it can't be real, can a cop forfil? 

When I'm making candy rain, and it's all for real 

Got me throwin all this doe, so much I don't treat the meal 

You ain't getting to the month, then you don't know how it feel 

 

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