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lirik lagu cash kidd – aduhh

[verse 1]
aye
watching mtv jams, getting my d-ck sucked
tried to bust in her mouth, but she felt that b-tch jump
you know i don’t trust sh-t, i got that stick tucked
chicken phone slapping, sorry baby gotta pick up
lil bro just dropped a chain, now i gotta get one
got that 2.5 on me like tim bucks
with the gang
taking pictures, throwing 6 up
everywhere i go i showboat, like i’m ms. puffs

[hook]
aye don’t ask if i’m strapped
aduhh
f-ck love, i need racks
aduhh
before we f-ck, i need the neck
aduhh
yeah, no strings attached
aduhh
i’m in traffic riding with it on my lap
aduhh
when we catch who k!lled bro, he getting clapped
aduhh
yeah, playing wit yo tracks
aduhh
running up a check
aduhh

[verse 2]
aye
trey got that thracks
aduhh
finna pull up on me right now and match, n-gg- duhh
all facts when i rap n-gg- duhh
she like d-mn kidd that’s really how you act, b-tch aduhh
aye you n-gg-s hoes
that’s a sh-t only a b-tch a do
jamie foxx, with this strap so unpredictable
b-tch p-ssy was so good she unforgettable
i’m lying, i forgot her soon as i walk in the living room
got her punching
turnt a hoe into a criminal
you can’t ride with straps then don’t get inside this vehicle
swiper with my b-tch, we made 20 out the minimum
money calling, b-tch get out the way like mystical
suck my d-ck and post how she love you its so pitiful
coughing with my b-lls in her hands it’s a physical
b-tch, i’m just tryna f-ck don’t make this difficult
aye, good loud break it down like a syllable
calm down n-gg- don’t n-body want yo b-tch but you
white crazy, sold some percs to my old princ-p-l
aye i can name like 20 rappers that y’all listen to
15 of them rapping sh-t that they didn’t do
listen to my songs for the truth, f-ck a interview
get out of line and get sent home like elementary school
new glock gotta twin it’s identical
new side b-tch
she might be yours, but she don’t mention you
she said mar now i understand why that stick wit you
cause n-gg-s broke and they mad they can’t be friends wit you
k!ll them with success now they heart condition critical
must be a tornado, i’m in traffic with a missing roof
the way she throw that -ss back, i thought her rent was due
tunnel vision, treat these hoes like they invisible
forest gump couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes
y’all ain’t real bosses, y’all ain’t bounce back from real loses
we on tip, with everybody since reub p-ssed
new tech, black and silver like a cool pad
new 30 inside my b-tch like a new bag
no more scr-ping if you ain’t strapped too bad
took them b-tches on a chase and i threw that
rather threw two flag then i blew back
aye pockets got more knots than a durag
aye my b-tch so bad, she need boot camp
oh sh-t, so crazy when i look back
had roaches, before my school, check my bookbag
hood n-gg- racked up still using food stamps
when i needed you the most, f-ck was you at?
so no you can’t get sh-t, you rat -ss b-tch
yeah, f-ck out yo feelings, you ole sad -ss b-tch
aye, aye
now what the f-ck a shame
nothing was the same
since i got this money and this fame
they stepping on my name
mad cause they ain’t me, they want me in a grave
spreading rumours, saying sh-t whatever come into they brain
i can’t take no b-tch serious that f-cking with y’all lames
fake cash sh-t, n-gg- we don’t want yo chain
oh yeah, heard that little diss song
when i see you out you better pray i don’t got that stick on
we gone run it up with every n-gg- that i’m with froze
told our whole section 8, like our rent low
yeah yo p-ssy good but gotta keep you in the friend zone
got her in that field, punching up, just like kimbo
30 clip long, light his head up like sisqó
n-gg-s see this pole and get low like limbo
i ain’t bout to wrestle wit y’all n-gg-s, i ain’t big show
plus when i beat his -ss, he gone want revenge though
plus when i swing swan swinging we ain’t with those
one on ones, unless you talking carlton with the chips gone
aye, they don’t know about that sh-t, our sh-t automatic
me and my b-tch got matching straps for n-gg- talking reckless
i feel like sandy cheeks, i’m going back to austin, texas
getting cheese from all them hams, that’s what you call a sandwich
aye, record labels keep calling i need more chicken
how the h-ll bro feed family too, that’s how we roll n-gg-
yeah
feel like a vine, just give me 4 minutes with her
bet i hit her then send her back home wit you
yeah
i like head with the fan on
either do that sh-t or i’m a put my mans on
3.5 in a wood my n-gg- rens gone
got me faded like a hair on a lesbo
plus i got the strap out
hold on, let them catch on
n-gg-s can’t be that slow
b-tch i’m not your best friend, your bother, or yo backbone
probably only told you that so i could get the neck though
ar with a silence on the end like a bad joke
aye
these b-tches all messy
n-gg-s all petty
get them b-tches going 14, i think i’m r. kelly
numb to pain but to money my heart heavy
got me drinking everyday like i’m bart daddy

- lirik lagu cash kidd

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