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cash kidd - who shot ya lyrics
dawg please get these lame -ss n-ggas out our sections
and get your basic -ss b-tch out my texts
n-ggas get caught turn to usher get confessions
she said n-gga you just want to f-ck b-tch you guessed it
mama told me i need sleep i look restless
ma i’m tryna move you i can’t miss out on these extras
rotc my n-ggas suited and they steppin’
pull up get to beating on sh-t david wesson
pull up she gone eat the whole d-ck up for breakfast
i can still f-ck i’d rather sh-t on my ex’s
seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive
spikes on my shoes these b-tches looking like a cactus
staring at this b-tch lace front while she gaggin
broke b-tch irritate my soul imma p-ss it
d-mn i heard what happened that day dawg it was tragic
how you start a war but get caught out here lackin
ain’t got sh-t in my pants but a light dub
don’t tempt me i’ll leave it in this night club
either the drugs or yo n-ggas got you hyped up
but that’s gone be the reason yo sh-t gone get chopped up
nah ion know who shot that n-gga it was not us
pockets ain’t have nothing now they look like they got knocked up
she so stupid with the head call her cyduck
i get blowed then i black out like a light-bulb
i know i been distant tryin to keep from getting locked up
tryna give my people sum to be proud of
roddy rich gotta ride with one or imma die young
got the .45 like 9 bucks
who the f-ck you lil a n-ggas tryna size up
get yo stupid -ss fi’ed on the fi’ed up
who car strapped like the police behind us
in traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
“aye” n-gga drop sum
opp huntin give him shots like he got sum
aye between me n mel that’s a light hundred
got blue jeans on me like i’m dry humpin
r.i.p. jeff i treat don like he my brotha
red bottoms on like i stepped on a hot funyun
betta watch that b-tch that you love cuz she opp f-ckin
woke up like d-mn could’ve sworn i had socks on
b-tch what the f-ck you a whole demon
high as h-ll got my soul leavin
free my dawgs locked up all 4 seasons
gotta keep yo head up like yo nose bleeding
bought her some new t-tties now she can show cleavage
ain’t gone call her pulled the b-tch for no reason
amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
street sweeper like im road cleanin
can’t trust these n-ggas and these hoes neither
she a whole creamer but ion need her
you ran across my mind when i was getting my d-cked suck
reminiscing back when you was eating this d-ck up
you know when you get me off that henny i mix up
you know when i get all in that p-ssy i mix up
what’s the point of tellin me you never gone switch up
knowing when that sh-t get tough you gone give up
now i’m cross the world still throwing the 6 up
water on my throat but i ain’t got the hiccups
please stop calling my phone and har-ssing
ion know who shot him can you please stop askin
i ain’t feel like punching up today i’m straight cashing
use to be broke thank god im livin fancy
n-ggas hating tryna k!ll the kid like a plan b
still got the reaper on my side billy mandy
20k on me in the sto’ stealing candy
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