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cash kidd & ohgeesy – special كلمات اغاني

[intro: cash kidd]
(can we have a check, please?)
ayy

[chorus: cash kidd]
woke up to some money and some neck in bed
stuntin’ all in traffic, n_gga, jackie chan
my new b_tch called, do i want her head?
how you fumble me? ho, you special ed
hit his top again, he might be actin’ dead
now that goofy walkin’ out in heaven like he jackin’ it
i got forty thousand in these baggy pants
your b_tch lookin’ single, better grab her hand (huh, huh, huh, yeah)

[verse 1: cash kidd]
corny_ass boy, i know your b_tch tired of fakin’
all the hoes i used to wanna hit, now they basic
lambo’, new model, we lеt tyra banks in
i up and shake this sh_t up like a spray can
detеctives keep lookin’ for my prints like i wear gray pants
we keep spinnin’ on they ass, but i don’t break dance
yeah, i wish a n_gga would like taye diggs
old b_tch wanna talk it out, what about?
b_tch keep beggin’ me to leave it in, what? your mouth?
stop hittin’ her from the front, like a nerd, sl_t her out, n_gga
five, six, seven, four, but i ain’t tuckin’ out, huh
sloppy_ass neck, couldn’t help her clutch her scalp
pulled up on ari with my hands out, like, “what’s the count?”
all her red bottoms on like krusty clown
p_rnstar, pull up wit’ a hundred rounds, n_gga
[chorus: cash kidd & ohgeesy]
woke up to some money and some neck in bed
stuntin’ all in traffic, n_gga, jackie chan
my new b_tch called, do i want her head?
how you fumble me? ho, you special ed
hit his top again, he might be actin’ dead
now that goofy walkin’ out in heaven like he jackin’ it
i got forty thousand in these baggy pants (geesy)
your b_tch lookin’ single, better grab her hand (pull up, pull up—)

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
pull up to the trap, finna bag some grams (ayy)
pull up to the club, finna throw some bands (bands)
b_tch, you ain’t a ho, tryna grab my hand (watch out)
we’ll air this b_tch out, bet’ grab your mans (pew, pew)
do my own stunts like i’m jet li (ba_kow)
put three bad b_tches on one jet_ski (zoom)
all the hoes wanna cuff, but can’t arrest me
if selling drugs was a sport, i won a espy, ayy
kidd, what’s poppin’?
forever tied in, we so locked in (that’s my n_gga)
we gon’ go platinum in the streets, top ten (ten, yeah)
yellow gold or white gold, i got options (ayy)
diamonds in my t__th match the cartiers
f_ck a nine_to_five, i got the smarter way
when i shop at louis, they pour chardonnay
when i spent at louis, n_gga, could’ve bought a car today (skrrt)
[chorus: cash kidd]
woke up to some money and some neck in bed
stuntin’ all in traffic, n_gga, jackie chan
my new b_tch called, do i want her head?
how you fumble me? ho, you special ed
hit his top again, he might be actin’ dead
now that goofy walkin’ out in heaven like he jackin’ it
i got forty thousand in these baggy pants
your b_tch lookin’ single, better grab her hand

- cash kidd ohgeesy

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