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"Harry Cash" is a track by Warhol.SS, from the album Chest Pains, released 14th November 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Warhol.SS & Fanesha Fabre] Big cash bitch, haha I got my nigga, man, Harry Fraud in this bitch Harry Cash to be exact, yeah (La música de Harry Fraud) [Chorus] Big bag full of cash on me Big booty stripper, big ass on it Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none When your bitch with the gang, she gon' go brazy Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy Treat the foreign like a steamer, I fuck up the 'Cedes Hundred hoes in the spot and they going eighty Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady [Verse 1] Bite down, gave your ho a lil' bean now Undercover on me you, can see the seam now Big script when you hit the kitchen Keep it a couple Locs with me crippin' Check this drip nigga type different Run the gang out, we don't see a drought Yeah, switching up the swag, switching up the style Yeah, big gas on me, ain't no black and mild Yeah, pour that four, that got me sleep walking Harry Fraud on the beat so you know it's poppin' Big chopper for the pressure, nigga, have you rolling Check this ice, boy, this shit frozen [Chorus] Big bag full of cash on me Big booty stripper, big ass on it Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none When your bitch with the gang, she gon' go brazy Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy Treat the foreign like a steamer, I fuck up the 'Cedes Hundred hoes in the spot and they going eighty Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady [Verse 2] Summertime with a Mink coat Put my bitches is Celine, ain't no cheap ho Baby drop to your knee like 10-4 We'll pop a nigga quick like Crisco Keep a shooter, Stephen Curry These niggas got me some food Mcflurry I rock Number (N)ine, not no basics Air a nigga out, we leave the scene with no traces I remember thinking 'bout this dream in the basement I remember gang gang with me ain't no faking Tom Ford shades cover my eyelids They call me daddy, these hoes is my kids [Chorus] Big bag full of cash on me Big booty stripper, big ass on it Big gas by the pound, we don't pass none When your bitch with the gang, she gon' go brazy Double cup, ayy, and it got me lazy Treat the foreign like a steamer, I fuck up the 'Cedes Hundred hoes in the spot and they going eighty Racks tucked in a bunch, yeah, call me Brady
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