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lirik lagu 4th place – cash kidd & lil nell

[intro: cash kidd]
(cloudy beats)
huh, ayy, b*tch

[verse 1: cash kidd]
your n*gga a groupie, only to you, he a k!ller
he beggin’ for a pic’ like i’m hoopin’ with the n*gga
huh, got it out the dirt, now they rootin’ for a n*gga
chasin’ ham like a farmer, i’m just scoopin’ up some chicken
feel like ella mai, i’m finna boot up in a minute
i was beggin’ for some help, dawg, they wouldn’t even listen
use that sh*t as motivation, it’s okay, i know they hatin’
since you addin’ your two cents, just don’t ask for no donations
i can’t hang around these rappers, they got dorky vibes
big pointers on my neck like a porcupine
n*gga, please hop off of my b*lls like a pokémon
huh, bad b*tches in the mansion tryna photobomb
bebе kidd snuck zaza across the border line
i’ma keep on fingеr*f*ckin’ nina, i’m a h*rny guy
huh, bad b*tch, no waist and she don’t waste
your b*tch finished, you must got corona, you got no taste

[chorus: cash kidd]
f*cked your b*tch for three minutes, i’m in no shape, ayy
hit a l!ck, then gon’ spend that sh*t dolce, ayy
told a b*tch, “ho, you slippin’, you in fourth place,” ayy
finna upgrade the mansion, i need more sp*ce, ayy
need an ice cream truck ’cause you got short cake, ayy
told her, “slop me up, b*tch, i need foreplay,” ayy
why the f*ck would i care what a dork say? ayy
suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n*gga
[verse 2: lil nell]
brodie think this cod, he got a gold drac’
rock a n*gga with my ice on, that’s a cold case
amg coupe all white like some cocaine
and i promise that i’m done beefin’ with you no*names
it only take one hollow to hit a n*gga top
it only take one striker to spin a n*gga block
tough n*ggas be the main ones who turnin’ to the cops
broke b*tches be the main ones f*ckin’ with the opps
i bet he disappear when i put that bread on his head
let me make it clear, you can keep the p*ssy, i want head
let a n*gga step wrong, we gon’ leave him with no legs
gucci shirt, most n*ggas never seen a half a band
i put in work, b*tch, i’m tryna make it for my fam’
you and your b*tch broke, she can’t even get you out no jam
i’m ’bout to ram your ho quick and make her call sam
b*tch, i’m feelin’ like a hunter how i’m stabbin’ in the lamb’

[chorus: cash kidd & lil nell]
f*cked your b*tch for three minutes, i’m in no shape, ayy (no shape)
hit a l!ck, then gon’ spend that sh*t dolce, ayy (‘che)
told a b*tch, “ho, you slippin’, you in fourth place,” ayy (fourth place)
finna upgrade the mansion, i need more sp*ce, ayy (more sp*ce)
need an ice cream truck ’cause you got short cake, ayy (uh)
told her, “slop me up, b*tch, i need foreplay,” ayy (uh)
why the f*ck would i care what a dork say? ayy (ooh, ah)
suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n*gga
[outro: lil nell]
ooh, ah
ooh*ooh, ah
ooh, ah
ah
ah
ooh, ah

- cash kidd lil nell

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