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cash kidd - bebe 2 lyrics

[intro]
(d_mn, ancient, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
jimmy, whatever the f_ck you sold me, this sh_t hittin’, dude, god
ayy

[verse 1]
she say, “why you want my money, marc? you rich already” (so?)
opps say we never in they hood (where?), the cemetery? (haha)
n_ggas straight_up p_ssy (soft), like missionary
no words, straight drawin’ pistols (baow), like pictionary
chauffeur, tinted windows, the pistol near me
she don’t know i know she out here hoein’, i’m hip already
i want head forever, keep the p_ssy, all you b_tches scare me
too friеndly, like my b_tches mean likе a dictionary (like my b_tches bougie)
i don’t sit around and play, i get to it
she say if i leave her, she gon’ k!ll herself, b_tch, prove it (uh_uh)
free j w_lly, i promise i’ma keep this sh_t moving (my n_gga)
got my mans behind that gate like home improvement
would send her, but she love f_ckin’ for free, b_tch stupid (dumb)
gave my mama ten for her birthday and she ran through it
here go another ten (f_ck it)
bro still hittin’ 201s like he jumpin’ in (still jumpin’)
this b_tch done f_cked the whole gang, but mad i f_cked her friend
nowadays, just want neck like a double chin (that’s it)
drumline, i’m in the field like a hundred bands
big drum on that stick look like the number ten
if i gotta teach you how to be loyal, then f_ck a friend (f_ck ’em)
can’t teach loyalty, that sh_t gotta come from within
tuh, hmm
these n_ggas got me off the cup again
yeah, line after line like i’m punchin’ in
[chorus]
ayy, bebe kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy
got the drop, bro be lurkin’ all the opps’ page (spin it)
boy, time tickin’ like your watch fake
when i say i’m spinnin’ with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy
n_ggas hungry, can’t be lackin’, check the crime rate (for real)
you’ll get blew for some j’s like beyoncé (real fast)
and i was down on my ass, now we beyond straight
successful ’cause i took a lot of risks and kept my faith

[verse 2]
yeah, i like my b_tches ratchet and rich
passin’ fat ‘woods to me, that’s her assist
stayed loyal when i got it, i said that as a kid
once i notice certain flaws, i might never forgive
fell asleep last night gettin’ head in the benz
blowin’ ‘woods by the pool, i’m just settlin’ in
on the dice, i’m a rapist, just hit seven again
these n_ggas fanned out like it’s hot as h_ll in the crib
d_ck suckin’ more than hoes, clique jumpin’, switchin’ bros
six hundred on my toes, pin on ’em, switch my pose
t.i. brother, atl, yeah, we get the biggest ‘bows
and we get them b_tches gone, n_gga, yeah
looked in the mirror like, “ooh, i thought a rich n_gga said somethin'” (oh)
instantly she on my d_ck and i ain’t even said nothin’ (said sh_t)
big crib in the ‘burbs, man, i feel like craig cousin
duck duck goose emojis for her, she be head_huntin’ (ooh)
ride around with big sticks, the ar got a leg on it
put you to sleep underneath your mans like y’all bedbunkin’
big bag so a n_gga picky, call me fred douglas
bottom of my shoes a different color like i’m grass cuttin’, huh
n_gga, naw, man, matter fact
knock on your door and get to choppin’ sh_t like i’m grass cuttin’
dirty broke n_ggas throwin’ shots, ain’t that somethin’?
they need to throw you in the tub, diary of a black woman, ayy
[chorus]
ayy, bebe kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy
got the drop, bro be lurkin’ all the opps’ page (spin it)
boy, time tickin’ like your watch fake
when i say i’m spinnin’ with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy
n_ggas hungry, can’t be lackin’, check the crime rate (for real)
you’ll get blew for some j’s like beyoncé (real fast)
and i was down on my ass, now we beyond straight
successful ’cause i took a lot of risks and kept my faith

- cash kidd lyrics

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