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Cancel Her by King Ray




Cancel Her
These niggaz have it
And these b**ches cant seem to wrip them
I walk around with my pocket of half a kilo
And if that b**ch out of pocket
Then Imma her
Imma do her
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
Switch beans like I switch afi
I need a refund if she dont fit
Dont cook but you suck good dick
I like it thick
Sex is all good that you hate me
Caught her ass up like KK
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Right now no wait for me though
She got her mouth full of meat and burrito
This here I spin it illegal
I took your chick
Thats a repoll
But thats no longer my body
Baby girl Im sorry
So I feel like a nigga sure
Straight to the top is where Im going
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
These niggaz had them b**ches
Cause Im the repoll
I walk around with my pocket of half a kilo
And if that b**ch out of pocket
Then Imma her
Imma do her
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
Cancel that b**ch
Dismell that b**ch
She looks smart ass
The hell with that b**ch
Aint never gonna quit
Im straight to the bed
Dont stop nigga
b**ch with the grief
Stand up hustler
Hoes in the bricks
Flip like French toast
But you got out of line
Starting to ask for money
I swear you sniff like a mummy
She was all dummy
The b**ches are all coming
She aint crying
Stacking these papers like its all bills
I could be Jack
You could be Jill
Cut that b**ch off
Cut that b**ch off
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
These niggaz had them b**ches
Cause Im the repoll
I walk around with my pocket of half a kilo
And if that b**ch out of pocket
Then Imma her
Imma do her
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
Cancel that b**ch like Nino,
Treat the rap game like a Carter
Get more chips than casinos,
I want my cut just like a barber
Im in San Tropez with a ten,
She goin' up shorty on ten
She fell in love with my Hublot,
Diamonds a girls best friend
NowIi wanna hook her up with a friend
Lil momma dont catch no feelings
The b**ch aint got no ceiling
And b**ch I got no feelings
Trying to be the frist rapper with a trillion
I got women and cash
But my homies are still out dealin
Real to the streets
Yeah a hundred dont speak
Real niggaz get paid
Get money til it aint nothing left
Hey you 2 get it while you can
Being broke aint good for your health
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows
These niggaz had them b**ches
Cause Im the repoll
I walk around with my pocket of half a kilo
And if that b**ch out of pocket
Then Imma her
Imma do her
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
Cancel that b**ch like Nino
And we be getting to the money
Dont know if he knows




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