Cashier Fresh - Itunez Lyrics
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    Itunez

    I just spent a iTunes check on HiTech
    (Wait you don’t hear that bro?)
    Shit , bro mom’s coming down the steps hide that
    Took over his whole trap , it’s a hijack
    In the whip , armrest where the bomb at
    Buy the bitch a 4 for 4 and eat her fries up
    How you moving packs got’ be in at 9 ‘sum?

    You the type go out to the mall with yo friends
    Broke nigga you ain’t even buy nun
    Let you smell the gas , don’t mean you can try some
    We tryna get a bag , we scared we gon die young
    You shooting AirMags, you Marty McFly son
    Told that BITCH hot my phone when you outside
    Don’t bring a friend unlеss she tryna fuck
    And if she not wit it
    Tell hеr don’t slide
    (Sheesh)
    (Sheesh)
    Bro got the strap in the whip , cops spinning strips
    I’m not Gunna
    I’m not buying Chanel
    All you get is dick & Chicken Strips
    Run down on a nigga
    He look like he pussy
    He from the County
    Dance and switch the whip
    I love it when I hit from the back
    And me and yo bitch be in sync with the shits

    I just spent a iTunes check on HiTech
    (Wait you don’t hear that bro?)
    Shit , bro mom’s coming down the steps hide that
    Took over his whole trap , it’s a hijack
    In the whip , armrest where the bomb at
    Buy the bitch a 4 for 4 and eat her fries up
    How you moving packs got’ be in at 9 ‘sum?

    I hate when I fuck wit a bitch in the ‘burbs
    I tell her roll ‘woods , she can’t even find none
    Pull up on that nigga , he tried call the law
    He couldn’t even finish , he only got 9-1.. , (Beep Beep)
    Broke nigga mad ‘cause he rolled up two skimpies
    I had to tell that nigga that’s how a dime come
    You rolled a nic’ for you and yo niggas
    And they all sick , It only went around once
    Next time put a couple grams in it
    Yo bitch pussy , had my hands in it
    You riding in a Mase’ that yo mans rented
    I ride in a Johnny
    How my mans get it ?
    White bitch in her body , got a tan wit it
    I ain’t even want it , let my mans hit it
    But he said that neck A1 so i’mma need parts
    That ain’t no SRT , them regular parts

    I just spent a iTunes check on HiTech
    (Wait you don’t hear that bro?)
    Shit , bro mom’s coming down the steps hide that
    Took over his whole trap , it’s a hijack
    In the whip , armrest where the bomb at
    Buy the bitch a 4 for 4 and eat her fries up
    How you moving packs got’ be in at 9 ‘sum?

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