Father - Cactus Jack lyrics

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Father - Cactus Jack lyrics

[Verse 1: Ethereal] Hit the lights baby Take a seat, what's the rush Girl I know u wanna' chill, let's just touch f** a party they sh** sorry let's get drunk and make a fuss Make yo' body rock, these n***as party stop when I pull up 'OMG look at her bu*t', I'm wit' Father in the cut These hoes act like they the sh**, wait till young n***as grow up My flow hotter than a b**h, got the club goin' up All my money from the dirt, I could dirty up ya' shirt Boy my wrist wrist wrist do so much work, that sh** hurt I'm finessin' like I'm Ness, PKfire up the purp How the f** they sleep on us?, I don't know that sh** sus' Now I know that they know how it go, that's what's up I'm just sayin' we the sh**, it's So Awful, we the clique Now I'm on a higher level takin' risks to get rich Off color RS6, rollin' spliffs wit' my b**h Got it parked in the cut plottin' licks to get bricks [Hook: Ethereal] All my n***as got felony Wrist Bill Bellamy f** what they tellin' me f** what they tellin' me f** what they tellin' me All my b**hes go readily Make money steadily f** is you tellin' me? f** is you tellin' me? What the f** is you tellin' me? [Verse 2: Father] Keep a down a** b**h hit bong rips witcha' Don't get along wit' n***as b**h whoop my b**h, she woulda' found that b**h Prolly' drown that b**h instead of tellin' like a b**h Missy Misdemeanor Lil' Felony Wrist Bill Bellamy, boy you up next what they tellin' me Keep a forest, a lil' Zack Morris gettin' fuzzy can't see Buzzin' Spain to Camp Creek, n***a you a fan you is not family I'ma be the man handicap or tag team I just cut my hands off you can't dap me [Hook: Ethereal] All my n***as got felony Wrist Bill Bellamy f** what they tellin' me f** what they tellin' me f** what they tellin' me All my b**hes go readily Make money steadily f** is you tellin' me? f** is you tellin' me? What the f** is you tellin' me?

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