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cash kidd - report cards lyrics

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cut the b_tch off, then my skin got clear
betted on myself, then my wrist got litter
got rich b_tch, say feel like my d_ck got bigger
nah, hoe, you d_ck suckin’ b_tch, sh_t been like that
two hoes fightin’ over me, i’m screamin’, “fight back”
poppin’ my motherf_ckin’ collar, check out my neck
broke my heart, my baby folded, i don’t like rats
he told it all, he this and he that like mike jack
louis on my biceps, holdin’ back tears
i felt like a elf, big pointers, both of my ears
hibernatin’, trappin’ hard, f_ck it, grow out the beard
leanin’ with a duffy on me, feel like homer with beer
yеah, duffel with a hundred piecе, bless the ones that run with me
can’t no n_gga humble me, all y’all n_ggas cornb_lls
boy, i get big back ends like i need short yards
every other month, i get all my hoes report cards
f_ckin’ on the lawyer, eat me better than my p_rnstars
boy was talkin’ all that p sh_t ’til his girl called
huh, lame_ass, dorky_ass, dweeby simp
you like draymond green, boy, you need the b_tch
gotta keep a tec on me, couple racks on me
house on a lake like shaq, kobe, yeah, i’m that cozy
broke_ass hoes, don’t check on me, bust a check for me
water and karats, my jeweler treat me like a pet bunny
got rich off my testimony, now ain’t that somethin’?
how much you think it’s gon’ cost to whack you, sh_t, i’m just wonderin’
if you think you lonely now, ho, just wait ’til next monday
new b_tch, new whip, oh my god
know you said you was my favorite, ho, i lied
i’m on vacay with a n_gga ho right now (for real)
you got ninety_nine problems and it’s a dollar meal
broke ass, ain’t got a penny in your pocket still, boy
i ain’t even pop it yet, i’ll black out for real
on stage with your stash on me, feel like dr. phil
just crashed at your b_tch house, got no driving sk!lls
she blew me, then i left her on read, n_gga, tommy hill
heard you runnin’ out of business like a fire drill
sh_t, f_ck it, i’ll help you find some biz when i find a sig
put a belt to that n_gga ass, he karate kid
look, i can show you how to slide right like the cha_cha dance
ho a n_gga on the spot, i’m my grandma twin
i just keep fixin’ cups like when hockey rigged
my housekeeper left me twenty blunts right by the bed
runnin’ plays with my b_tch like juwanna mann
want some real game? pay that fee
old white man on a chick, kfc
racks bustin’ out the side like some payless sneaks
make him battle with a dot like the 8 mile scene
ho, eat it up now, ain’t no, “may i, please?”
i’m the side n_gga to a bunch of lame_ass geeks
ayy, yeah, f_ckin’ on your ho, she was tangled up
diamond choker on my b_tch like players club
threw her in just to sl_t her out, she better not run
bouncer asked do i got my weapon? no, just my gun
try to plot, sh_t ain’t goin’ down, better grab your plunge
i let all my hoes do what they want, baby, have your fun
thick b_tch on the way, baby, grab some ones
got my other other ho askin’, “where them scratches from?”
different bracket these days, i hate when the taxes come
still doin’ white collar like daffy duck

- cash kidd lyrics

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