lirik lagu cash kidd – rookie of the year
[verse 1: cash kidd]
i dropped one song, they thought i was done but i’m still snappin’
i seen my ex the other day that b-tch still a ratchet
yeah i’m a silly -ss n-gga but i’m still savage, i paid all this money for this belt, but i’m still saggin’
these n-ggas think because i rap i won’t come spread the chopper, it ain’t sh-t for me to pull them toys out like a baby shower
and we don’t beef over no p-ssy n-gga save the drama
jimmy hit my sister, so i went and f-cked his baby momma
it ain’t a problem what we supposed to do?
bang a about it h-ll nah, this sh-t a piece of cake i feel like betty crocker
one thing about us, we don’t trip we let the hoes choose
getting brain while i’m at the crib call that home school
free lee, e.t., man and freetone i get excited when they call my number, like bingo
she boost it like we used to go together, f-ck is she on?
b-tch i never cuffed yo right -ss, you is just one of my freak hoes
[chorus]
be smooth and get yo b-tch f-cked
a n-gga say he f-cked my b-tch, i’m like which one?
grinded hard all year, sh-t i went dumb
rookie of the year, i deserve to get my d-ck sucked
i know if i ain’t do sh-t i know i went dumb
hit the mall up, me and my n-ggas tore that b-tch up
everywhere we go these hoes choose, they can’t pick one
i been workin’ hard, i deserve to get my d-ck sucked
[verse 2: cash kidd]
you braggin’ about all these hoes, then n-gga share some
i bust all in her weave, you picked her up and got her hair done
that p-ssy as tight as a bear hug, i beat it up like a snare drum
my n-gga smoke that dog -ss weed, call that air bud
where the compet-tion? line em up like a haircut
ear rings froze, god d-mn i need ear m-ffs
my b-tch trippin’ i said “b-tch i want my old hoes back”, she sucked the life out of my d-ck like take your old hoes back, oh sh-t
i’m finna make a movie watch all these hoes go and get their cameras
i spread n-ggas like disinfection
i send shots like a picture mat
off the hook i’m disconnected
my pockets fat them b-tches printed
i don’t sneak diss, if the shoe fits you better wear that b-tch like cinderella
diamonds all in the bezzle, what time is it?
make the fox for gettin’ glocks, i give you hams straight up and down like its six’o’clock
if i ain’t gettin’ guap then i’m gettin’ top from a little thot, let a n-gga plot my, trigger finger it itchin’ b-tch
pop pop
[chorus]
[verse 3: cash kidd]
i fell out with some lames but i still f-ck with my real goons, you talkin crazy? yeah okay, we gon’ see who k!ll who
after i f-ck you gotta go, you know the drill boo
i been busted my nut, why this b-tch talkin’ like we still cool
after a n-gga hear me rap he grab a pen and paper, i influenced n-ggas to go hard i did you n-ggas favors
what the f-ck you n-ggas don’t have no d-mn swag
tuckin’ in y’all shirt tryna show off, y’all belt so d-mn bad
that sh-t crazy it’s hilarious, you n-ggas is embarrasin’, i feel like the east me and me n-ggas done f-cked e’rry b-tch
run up on some jelly sh-t i sting you like a jellyfish, then stomp you with my air force 1’s on some nelly sh-t
[?] thinkin’ they f-ckin’ with me than that b-tch dumb
f-ck y’all favorite, i’ll f-ck everyone on that list up
my first song i hit like a million views in like 6 months, so if i don’t get sh-t b-tch i need to get my d-ck sucked
[chorus]
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