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cash kidd - barefoot lyrics

[intro]
(jaygottheplug)
well, well, well
last b_tch made me wake up with one sock
b_tch, i went barefoot, haha
the f_ck, man? crazy
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
man, d_mn, i fell in love with a thot
sh_t, i don’t know, it might just be the top
like a butcher, f_ck it, let ’em meet the chop
n_gga get hit by the sh_ll like barack
yeah, i go m. i. a. when sh_t get hot (out the way)
sh_t, only thing i’m scared of is the cops (nah, for real)
they don’t believe the feds real ’til they stuck in that box
d_mn, this b_tch head ill, i don’t care if she a thot (i don’t care)

[verse 1]
n_ggas braggin’ ’bout jail, i respect who ain’t get caught
you ain’t put your people in position, then you ain’t a boss
n_gga got aggressive ’cause my b_tch told him to pay the cost
he was tryna take the box like when they turn the cable off
lost a couple people that i love, but it ain’t a loss
devil on my shoulder, i’m like shut up, let the angel talk
it ain’t fun f_ckin’ hoes no more ’cause this d_ck make ’em stalk
she suckin’ my d_ck so lazy, might just made her walk
seen my dog losin’ hope, i’m tryna tell him he the g. o. a. t.
it’s a lot of sh_t i need, but i ain’t never need a ho
better watch that sl!ck mouth before we hit you with the scope
when we score, it’s teardrops like i hit ’em with a flow

[verse 2]
you ain’t send no pape’, you left your mans in there to rot
hyped that n_gga way up, now your mans up in the sky
we was robbin’ everything, put your hands up in the sky
like edward scissorhands, lay in your grass and get to choppin’ sh_t
they say early bird get the worm, we was robbin’ sh_t
when they said, “why you ain’t droppin’ sh_t?” we was droppin’ sh_t
i ain’t gotta swipe no more, but still be swipin’ sh_t
feel like michael vick, come out the pocket for some spiky kicks
sick n_ggas braggin’ ’bout that lil’ n_gga fashion
i got rich n_gga habits, i got big n_gga status
lot of sticks like a cactus, come get hit with a package
yeah, we runnin’ through the motherf_ckin’ scripts like this practice
bands and drums, don’t get nicked with the cannon
stick on like a magnet, call me prince, keep the ratchet
d_mn, i think they on to us, f_ck it, i’ma still chance it
told my ex_b_tch to cry me a river, kilpatrick
ayy, it be the ones that talk the most sh_t that be the poorest
free them boys, f_ck the hook like i don’t need a chorus
just cut this one freak off ’cause when she ’round, she keep recording
b_tch, i’m so f_ckin’ up, but not a sleep disorder, ayy

[chorus]
d_mn, i fell in love with a thot
sh_t, i don’t know, it might just be the top
like a butcher, f_ck it, let ’em meet the chop
n_gga get hit by the sh_ll like barack
yeah, i go m. i. a. when sh_t get hot (out the way)
sh_t, only thing i’m scared of is the cops (nah, for real)
they don’t believe the feds real ’til they stuck in that box
d_mn, this b_tch head ill, i don’t care if she a thot (i don’t care)

- cash kidd lyrics

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