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Alamo Records - Cancer Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, come on, uh, come on
Come on, uh, come on, uh
Come on, uh, come on, uh, come on
Uh, come here, uh, come here
Uh, come here, fuck nigga
Come here, here you go (Phew)
Come on (Phew), nigga (Phew)
Come on (Phew), uh (Phew), come here

[Chorus]
I spent a few racks, make her ass get fatter (Ass get fatter)
Sippin' on drank, shit fucked up my bladder
I done wеnt up, I ain't climb up a ladder (I done went up)
Thеy turn their back, but it don't even matter (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck 'bout a check, then I don't wanna chatter
Don't speak on the business, that shit will get handled (Shh)
Iceburg cold and I'm lit like a candle (Iceburg)
I just been shittin' on these niggas, I need me a Pamper
Shit get risky, life is a gamble
Security ain't frisk me (Yeah), I got the hammer (Yeah)
Built for this shit, ain't too much I can't handle
My bitch so bad, gotta fuck her on camera (Gotta fuck her on camera)
The nigga ain't gang, hell nah, I ain't stamp him (Hell nah)
Play with this shit, now his face on the banner (Face on the banner)
I seen his ass on the TV channel
Nigga want smoke, so we comin' like cancer (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1]
Iceburg, still on my block with the trappers, the robbers and scammers (Yeah)
Fat pour a whole damn four in that Fanta (Fat)
Doin' the whole dash, finna get off on Calma (Go)
Had to get a sack, got him drove to Alabama
My lil' nigga step, I'm a full time rapper
Still bust it out a wrapper, then I sell it to a trapper
Nigga play, then we get on his ass 'bout that gaffer (Yeah)
Used to wear the clothes out of the dirty clothes hamper (Yeah)
Now these hoes diggin' this shit, get a shovel (Dig it)
I done went big, they can't get on my level (Yeah)
Hit the ho, gave her back, nigga, I could've killed her (What the fuck?)
Niggas be tellin', so you better move careful (Move careful)
Got seventy-five racks in the LV duffel (Cash)
Tell me she love me, but, no, I don't trust her (No)
Can't go back broke, that's on your mama
Talk like a boss, but he really a runner (Pussy)
Ask about Mal, the boy really one hundred
I hang with some niggas who really be stuntin' (Stuntin')
Got rich on they ass, but I came out the dungeon
Neck full of water, I need me a plunger
Got so many bands, she gon' leave me her number
Play with my gang, then they right on your bumper
My dog still ride around, servin' out a Honda

[Chorus]
I spent a few racks, make her ass get fatter (Ass get fatter)
Sippin' on drank, shit fucked up my bladder
I done went up, I ain't climb up a ladder (I done went up)
They turn their back, but it don't even matter (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck 'bout a check, then I don't wanna chatter
Don't speak on the business, that shit will get handled (Shh)
Iceburg cold and I'm lit like a candle (Iceburg)
I just been shittin' on these niggas, I need me a Pamper
Shit get risky, life is a gamble
Security ain't frisk me (Yeah), I got the hammer (Yeah)
Built for this shit, ain't too much I can't handle
My bitch so bad, gotta fuck her on camera (Gotta fuck her on camera)
The nigga ain't gang, hell nah, I ain't stamp him (Hell nah)
Play with this shit, now his face on the banner (Face on the banner)
I seen his ass on the TV channel
Nigga want smoke, so we comin' like cancer (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
Nigga see through like Saran (Huh)
And the band make a bitch do her dance (Yeah, yeah)
Sold out shows, I done walked through the back door (Yeah, yeah)
Fucked around, fucked on a fan (Yeah)
I give a fuck how this shit turn out, nigga, yeah, I'm gon' stick to the plan (Yes)
I know a nigga who thought he was gangster, the nigga had got on the stand (Mm, mm, mm)
I can never tell on my mans (Nah)
Divided we fall, together we stand (Facts)
1.5 the label, I made it a brand (Yeah)
Livin' like Tripp, still do it for brand (Tripp)
Still get them Percs from my auntie San
Went got it back when I blew my advance (Get it back)
Whole lot of rats in my parachute pants
My bitch speak French, I don't know what she sayin' (Huh)
Jump on the jet, then go get me a check (I'm gone)
I get that shit soon as I land
We havin' so many choppers, they comin' with drums, but, no, I don't play in no band
They told me that money bring problems, but fuck it (Fuck it), I'm poppin' this shit for my dogs in the can
I hit that bitch from the back, that ass so fat, lil' racks on the TV stand (Damn)

[Chorus]
I spent a few racks, make her ass get fatter (Ass get fatter)
Sippin' on drank, shit fucked up my bladder
I done went up, I ain't climb up a ladder (I done went up)
They turn their back, but it don't even matter (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck 'bout a check, then I don't wanna chatter
Don't speak on the business, that shit will get handled (Shh)
Iceburg cold and I'm lit like a candle (Iceburg)
I just been shittin' on these niggas, I need me a Pamper
Shit get risky, life is a gamble
Security ain't frisk me (Yeah), I got the hammer (Yeah)
Built for this shit, ain't too much I can't handle
My bitch so bad, gotta fuck her on camera (Gotta fuck her on camera)
The nigga ain't gang, hell nah, I ain't stamp him (Hell nah)
Play with this shit, now his face on the banner (Face on the banner)
I seen his ass on the TV channel
Nigga want smoke, so we comin' like cancer (Uh, uh)
[Outro]
Come on, uh, come on
Come on, uh, come on, uh
Come on, uh, come on, uh, come on, uh
Come here, uh, come here, uh
Come here, fuck nigga
Come here, where you goin'?
Come on, uh, come here
Come on, uh, come here