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cash kidd - voice gone freestyle lyrics

[intro]
my motherf_ckin’—
(ooh, austin)
my motherf_ckin’ voice gone
ayy, still in this b_tch
it’s all excuses

[verse 1]
ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up
yeah, really, i just want my d_ck sucked
my b_tch sl_ttin’ out my other b_tch, we all some sick f_cks
mama thick, i’m suicidal, i just f_cked my wrist up
cut the b_tch off, got my bands up
boy, you know it was us that did that sh_t, and what?
pocked stuffed than a b_tch, i keep on gettin’ my hands stuck
ayy, man up, why you take the b_tch back, simp?
walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip
we finally did it, count more miles and go to saks fifth
saint laurent track ‘fit, smoke up with a bad b_tch
your b_tch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch
my voice gone ’cause i was f_ckin’ on your rap b_tch
outside in the rain with no motherf_ckin’ jacket
so many scam pages, i should be on catfish
just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain’t no hat trick

[chorus]
n_gga think he f_ckin’ with mе, he dreamin’
ironic how i’m fresh as h_ll but i’m freezin’
b_tch, let me get some neck, i need it (right now)
i’m in the clouds with no socks, like jesus
hit a n_gga block with them mops, then bleed it
p_ssy n_gga better take cover, anemic
forgot i had a b_tch, she just dumped me for cheatin’
i’m so rich, i don’t give a f_ck, i mean it, ayy
[verse 2]
ayy, i don’t give a f_ck, n_gga
say she on her period, i’m finna titty f_ck with her
yeah, in the air booted, i don’t need to punt kick her
on a jet high as h_ll, sendin’ hits on f_ck n_ggas
please forgive me, lord
know he used to be my dog, finna blaze that dork
i don’t like these n_ggas
in the city right now tryna find these n_ggas
his gray gon’ be p_ssed on like chauncey billups
i’m ot, iced out with like five, six b_tches
you would’ve cuffed her, i just passed her to live and jimmy
i was tryna make a band like i signed to diddy
love my fans, tat my autograph when i sign they titties
yeah, life’s great
even ones mean more to me still might hate
cubans on, don’t get it twisted like an ice tray
scammin’ hard, don’t give a f_ck ’bout what the price say
broke_ass n_gga, ayy

[chorus]
n_gga think he f_ckin’ with me, he dreamin’
ironic how i’m fresh as h_ll but i’m freezin’
b_tch, let me get some neck, i need it (right now)
i’m in the clouds with no socks, like jesus
hit a n_gga block with them mops, then bleed it
p_ssy n_gga better take cover, anemic
forgot i had a b_tch, she just dumped me for cheatin’
i’m so rich, i don’t give a f_ck, i mean it, ayy
[outro]
talkin’ to this one b_tch, right?
but now i f_cked her, right?
but she just not tellin’ me this
i knew the b_tch looked familiar from a while ago
it ain’t—
first of all, bro
these b_tches be tryna play drunk as h_ll
let me tell y’all somethin’, bro
let me tell y’all n_ggas somethin’, bro
these b_tches be tryna play roles
but literally, we had f_cked every b_tch in detroit
and you know it say like, literally
no b_tch, bro, in detroit is safe, like every b_tch think i’ve f_cked
five, six, seven_four, bro
that’s what n_ggas gotta know
these b_tches gettin’ f_cked
i’m ’bout to f_ck this b_tch tonight
but at the end of the day
i feel like four days
probably like five days, i’ll say five days, this like the sixth day
you know what i’m sayin’?
but at the end of the day, i’m like
look familiar as h_ll
whole time, i had to go through the group chat
peep the video
bro, these hoes be poppin’ tryna play they role, bro, this sh_t was crazy, bro
we literally them n_ggas bro, like, i swear to god on my life, bro
i don’t think no group, no, no rap group in detroit f_cked more hoes than us, bro, at all, i swear to god

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