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lirik lagu cash kidd – may 8th

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(i’m kured!)

just the pants and a shirt, d~mn near cost a nickel
been broke all your life, you ain’t gon’ ever solve the riddle
she throw the neck for everybody, she the artificial
these n~ggas never drop sh~t like they argumentive

pull up to the scene, they like “there go marc’ b~tch.”
if getting money is a must, then i can’t smell your armpit
same b~tch you hatin’ on me to gon’ f~ck me off rip
used to wear my dawg sh~t, now i’m up dog sh~t

can’t leave the game, b~tch, i’m knee~deep
never needed hoes, b~tches need me
just took a trip to arizona, not the sweet tea
stop tryna do fraud, but it’s hard when everything free

just f~cked the sh~t out your thot, to a deep sleep
n~gga don’t get beat by the chop, like chief keef
swan, that’s my brother, you see him then you gon’ see me
swv, i’m the reason your b~tch knees weak

you might catch me daydreaming, cause i stay scheming
n~gga you a fake demon, your b~tch late creepin’
when you call, she fake sleepin’ while she taste s~m~n
countin’ money i keep prayin’, have to thank jesus
when we slide on a n~gga, b~tch that drac’ [?]
load the 40 on me, loadin’ up some bank pieces
n~gga check the scoreboard, cause we ain’t even, at all

why you ain’t believe in your dawg?
i had vision seein’ us ball
baby, why ain’t you believe in your n~gga?
what you ain’t see in your n~gga?
that you thought you see in those n~ggas?

weighin’ up some money i thought i’d never have
chip on my shoulder, reason why i’m in my bag
now i’m on posters, i got friends i never had
my b~tch get spoiled cause she really never ask
a hunnid choppers strike me wrong and that’s your ass
if it’s a problem pull up suited like the mask
hopped out my feelings then i hopped right in my bag
got out my feelings like my t~~th was hurtin’ bad

ay
twenty thousand, fifty bands, b~tch, a hunnid ball!
last man standing, we want every one of y’all
give a f~ck about a sl~t at all
i know b~tches ain’t down for me, so i’mma punt the ball

when i needed love, you ain’t look out
lost up on her, fell in love with some good mouth
look how times change, fresh as f~ck after cookout
d~mn near got a thirty~ball, like a three point shootout
[?]
your b~tch runnin’ wild, put your foot down
hammer with the ladder, like i’m working on a new house
ridin’ with the ladder, like a fire gettin’ put out

know a couple people feel i turned my back on ’em
i just had to get right, i was comin’ back for ’em
’bout twenty racks on ’em, all kinds of straps on ’em
45, 47, felt like mike epps on ’em

p~ssy so good, i cut her off and got back focused
come and get your b~tch on fire, stiff~armed neck
so she a ten, i’mma hire her
like i threw out a jack, just bought a [?] just for my b~tch, i ride with her on my lap

pull up to the bank, like “gimmie ten,” this for play~play
bank teller a fan, he just called me by my stage name
how you think i’m doing bank plays?
’bout to slide down, [?] keep d~ck~suckin’ my fake page

get a little money, everybody swear they ain’t fake
same ones left a n~gga hangin’, like the k.k
but that’s how sh~t go, took a plane cause i’m blessed
man, these hoes so foul, i should complain to the ref

your main b~tch foul, she love the gang and she said “y’all petty.”
my n~gga don’t slide for the love like r. kelly
yeah, you stabbed me in my back but those scars helped me
why you ain’t believe in your dawg?
i had vision seein’ us ball
baby, why ain’t you believe in your n~gga?
what you ain’t see in your n~gga?
that you thought you see in those n~ggas?


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