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Envy Video (MV)




Performed By: Stash Cash
Length: 3:01
Written by: RALPHAEL LINDELL HARRIS




Stash Cash - Envy Lyrics




Drumdummie made the beat so you know this bitch retarded

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Let me go and get my strap
Show these pussy niggas Wussupp
Since they don't know how to act
Niggas smile right in yo face
Then stab you in yo back
So i keep myself on point
Couldn't let em catch me lack
Aye
Niggas Jack they bout it, doubt it
Niggas mad we grinding, shinin
Hit em that iron nigga
Now u down there wining, dieing
Niggas kno my gang
Be trippin
My shooters steady grippin
So play round if u want nigga
You gone leave here limpin
Got a closet full of tecks
(Got a closet full of tecks)
That'll put yo ass to rest
(That'll put yo ass to rest)
Go head keep talkin crazy, yea keep talkin crazy
You don't wanna see me flex

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Hungry on these streets
Man I be on a mission
Trippin
Niggas talkin Spicey
Got my trigger finger intchin
Where I'm from we grippin
Won't catch us slippin
Niggas on the rise
Yea We winnin
Want beef come & get it
Nigga
Tryna assonate my character
Nah I ain't wit it
Man I'm just tryna get this money
Yup so I can flip it, bank nigga
But somehow niggas always wanna hate
They would talk behind yo back
But then smile right in yo face, f*ck nigga!
A quiet muthaf*cka but I still be trippin
Got some screws that ain't fully twisted
Me & gang yea we comin wit it
This only the begginimg
Watch u niggas feel it

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me
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Drumdummie made the beat so you know this bitch retarded

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Let me go and get my strap
Show these pussy niggas Wussupp
Since they don't know how to act
Niggas smile right in yo face
Then stab you in yo back
So i keep myself on point
Couldn't let em catch me lack
Aye
Niggas Jack they bout it, doubt it
Niggas mad we grinding, shinin
Hit em that iron nigga
Now u down there wining, dieing
Niggas kno my gang
Be trippin
My shooters steady grippin
So play round if u want nigga
You gone leave here limpin
Got a closet full of tecks
(Got a closet full of tecks)
That'll put yo ass to rest
(That'll put yo ass to rest)
Go head keep talkin crazy, yea keep talkin crazy
You don't wanna see me flex

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Hungry on these streets
Man I be on a mission
Trippin
Niggas talkin Spicey
Got my trigger finger intchin
Where I'm from we grippin
Won't catch us slippin
Niggas on the rise
Yea We winnin
Want beef come & get it
Nigga
Tryna assonate my character
Nah I ain't wit it
Man I'm just tryna get this money
Yup so I can flip it, bank nigga
But somehow niggas always wanna hate
They would talk behind yo back
But then smile right in yo face, f*ck nigga!
A quiet muthaf*cka but I still be trippin
Got some screws that ain't fully twisted
Me & gang yea we comin wit it
This only the begginimg
Watch u niggas feel it

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me

Niggas wanna get roudy
Like I ain't about it
I buck em
Talk behind yo back
But in yo face they smilin
Now f*ck em
Guess I'm that nigga who they love to envy
Don't think I don't know that you tryna end me
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Writer: RALPHAEL LINDELL HARRIS
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