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cash kidd - look at god freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro: cash kidd]
(okay, kmoney) huh, ayy
yeah, ooh
i got bad b_tches textin’ me “where you at?”
b_tch, any f_ckin’ ’round, that you throwin’ at
b_tch, hold on
finna
ayy
ayy, yeah
hmm
who ain’t want a ho? f_ck it

[chorus: cash kidd]
b_tch, i fry, flyin’ down the six, just me and live
oh my god, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and ton, ayy
i see my old b_tch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
i hop out that foreign like it’s prime, look at god, ayy
bring it up with swan, now i got swans in my palm, ayy
i just cut your lil’ b_tch off for good, i got my mind made
bebe kid got rich off bendin’ rules, i promise crime pays
eatin’, b_tch, i got my dough up like an i8

[verse 1: cash kidd]
i ate, get it, n_gga?
yeah, he crisp, but he soft as h_ll, boy a chicken tender
broke n_gga, keep your two cents, this ain’t feed the children
slide down in some christian loubs, i hope jesus with me
f_ck a n_gga b_tch, p_ssy cry about it
yeah, that lil’ ho contagious, n_gga, ron isley
ho, the k!ller you be runnin’ from just high_fived me
hatin’_ass n_gga, you and your b_tch side_eyeing, huh, ayy
[verse 2: tis rico]
get to runnin’ from these sh_lls when they start flyin’
get excited from the fiends when they start buyin’
i’ma need that chicken straight, yeah, i’ma draw nine
n_gga, i be on the grind, this for hard times
b_tch seen me, act like she was blind, she ain’t notice me
jugged him for a couple lines just because we know he sweet
jugged him for a couple lines and he ain’t even know it’s tea
hit his block, blew it down, he ain’t even know the streets

[verse 3: cash kidd & tis rico]
know i got my f_ckin’ dough up
told her i got fifty b_tches, she like so what?
she gon’ cry when i cut her off, her hopes up
ayy, catch me on the east with that 40, i go dumb
treat these lil’ b_tches like trash cans, we gon’ dump, ayy
called a n_gga reebok how i hit him with pump, ayy
smokin’ in an uber, i just tipped a goofy n_gga with a fake card
but these days, everything free ’cause of my face card
defensive player of the year, i love to take charge
know i keep the blower on my side like i paint cars
g money keep clutchin’, give him a reason
ironic how i’m loadin’ up and i’m freezin’
o and rico, n_ggas know i p a demon, ayy
ayy, these n_ggas sleep on me, these n_ggas dreamin’, ayy
ayy, don’t cuff a n_gga ’til all these b_tches teamin’, ayy
ayy, don’t f_ck these hoes, bro, all these b_tches stinkin’, ayy
[chorus: cash kidd]
b_tch, i fry, flyin’ down the six, just me and live
oh my god, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and ton, ayy
i see my old b_tch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy
i hop out that foreign like it’s prime, look at god, ayy
bring it up with swan, now i got swans in my palm, ayy
i just cut your lil’ b_tch off for good, i got my mind made
bebe kid got rich off bendin’ rules, i promise crime pays
eatin’, b_tch, i got my dough up like an i8

- cash kidd

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