Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Cancer, artist - JayDaYoungan. Date of issue: 18.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Cancer |
| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin' |
| You got a problem, I got answers |
| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin' |
| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin' |
| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin' |
| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it |
| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin' |
| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin' |
| Ride with my stick, in your section with the stress |
| No we ain’t got no picks, step on you and who you with |
| Don’t end up on my list, Glock burn like a pot of grease |
| I be thuggin' like a bitch, move over, you’ll get hit |
| Yeah they know who the don is, just don’t fuck with the Youngan |
| When we catch you ain’t no runnin', bitch fuck you and how you comin' |
| And you say you get money but lil bitch I know you bummin' |
| All my diamonds they be jumpin', I’ll be damned you take it from me |
| Pull up, one in the chamber, up this bitch and then I bang it |
| Want cancer, we gon' bring it |
| Don’t fuck with me, that shit dangerous |
| Stop playin', what you thinkin' |
| Chop gon' step in and he anxious |
| To blow on this bitch lanky |
| Go to sleep, here go your blanket (pussy) |
| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin' |
| You got a problem, I got answers |
| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin' |
| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin' |
| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin' |
| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it |
| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin' |
| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin' |
| You got problems, I got answers, my thugs all cancer |
| Snatch you from the club, hold your bitch ass for ransom |
| Put it on them niggas when they come and bring the ransom |
| Can’t do nothing with me, Allen Iverson, the answer |
| Somebody better tell that boy that we don’t do the drive-by |
| Catch him while he parked, two piece him at the Popeye’s |
| Daddy he wasn’t home, so the streets raised a wise guy |
| Everything he dead, only half if he paralyzed |
| Bitch I swear ain’t why I dirty talk, a lot of murder talk |
| Everybody gotta get the business when that thirty talk |
| Send that blitz and boys comin' full speed ahead |
| Niggas scared 'cause they know they say my name they end up dead, believe that |
| Somebody tell these pussy niggas I ain’t playin' |
| You got a problem, I got answers |
| I sent a blessing, shooters come in while you layin' |
| Bitch we want all cancer, we come where you hangin' |
| Out the window, get to bangin', pussy bitch don’t end up stankin' |
| Catch you slippin', we gon' slang it |
| And if you say my name, bitch it won’t be no explainin' |
| All this fuck shit got me angry, leave you wet like if it rainin' |
| You got problems, I got answers |
| Wet like if it rainin' |
| You got problems, I got answers |
| Wet like if it rainin' |