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cash kidd - up it freestyle lyrics

[intro]
ayy
ayy, just keep it—, keep—, keep it goin’
ayy, huh, yeah
these n_ggas, hey

[verse]
i’m finna finger f_ck the nina while she ovulatin’
know my house in the hills like it got a date
can’t even show my main b_tch where my mama stay
we spinnin’ blocks, house hoppin’ like a holiday
if we find you like an easter egg, you just might die today
at mary jane’s with the rips like i was hoppin’ gates
jacuzzi in my bathroom with a fireplace
you would treat, took her shoppin’, in the pic’, she cropped your face
dweeb contest, i know someone we could nominate
doc a n_gga likе he got to his job too late
sent him to thе er, we call that doctor sh_t
just speed off in a charger like i’m lil danny and [?]
been had confidence, i never needed compliments
chopper bullets travel ‘cross the [?], think i know crib
say she wanna start a family, gave her mouth two kids
b_tch told me to get lost, now my house too big
i hit and quit but told her n_gga, “this my b_tch now”
you caught him lackin’, sippin’ mud, then made a pig fly
your b_tch ain’t got no type of class when she got pink eye
she like the colors on my chain, she on a peac_ck
he broke and famous, hot and poor, his ass a teapot
my label just gave me a ticket like a mean cop
please stop screamin’ loud, b_tch, let me beatbox
reach, my hand around her mouth but she don’t beatbox
i told her, “put it in my pocket”, that’s my g spot
why i ain’t lied inside a verse since i’ve been hot?
and all these n_ggas rich as h_ll ’til they get dropped
go fund me for my rich opps, when will this stop?
she say i got my real name on tiktok
i smacked off the mary jane, i feel like chris rock
i was gon’ put a hook on this, then i said, “f_ck it”
that’s why you got all of that ass but you keep runnin’
okay, i had enough of n_ggas, finna up it
feel like we gradin’ papers, gave the nerd a hundred
i’m on a plane iced out like kirt cousins
your b_tch gave me a flight to boston, it was nonstop
see the stick pokin’ out the bag like a bomb pop
made me put the blue faces on you like chrisean rock
my whole life is too free like foul shots
i keep pullin’ scams, methods on me like [?]
ar like a choir director, it make crowds rock
i open doors for n_ggas like it’s on child lock
she found out i hit her daughter, she’s a proud mom
ayy, i tried to hit her too
you ain’t gon’ never make it out if you don’t bend no rules
boy, i know you want that bad b_tch in that big old pool
who [?] up my last b_tch? hope she get well soon
b_tch tried to light a cigarette, ho, that sh_t not cool
if you don’t put that pistol down, boy, that’s just not you
feel like the clovers, everybody tryna steal my moves
bring it on, when i talk, they sing along
your b_tch want me alone on friday like nia long
ayy, yeah
they know it’s my turn, ain’t gotta cut, my blinkers on
yeah, turf on my lawn, why did i cut the sprinklers on?

- cash kidd lyrics

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