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bass in your voice - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
tss, huh, ayy

[verse]
your mama was a ho, and you a mama’s boy
i know you a ho too ’cause you a mama’s boy
soft ass rapper, don’t get blowed like a [?]
i pull off in a f*ckin’ pink slip like i’m unemployed
she asked for a ring boxed up, i sent her money [?]
make me smack your geeky ass out of your corduroys
chopper “ts, ts”, stutter boy, just like the water boy
same n*gga that helped you win start hatin’ on you
i ain’t no simp, i pray a n*gga come and take her from me
don’t mean no [?] when i say i’ma take the 30
this dime chick i got landin’ ain’t got no lakers jersey
soon as i got lit, that’s when you switched, i was your favorite person
the pain i suffered made me rich, but that don’t make me worthy
thankful for the struggle, god, you made me earn it
they tryna play musical chairs, now the tables turnin’
f*ck the internet, i woke up gettin’ [?]
you wake up and cl!ck straight on instagram [?]
ayy, time i smacked a n*gga, they tried to sue me like some hoes
had to [?], p*ssy, quiet down your tone
don’t let the smile fool you, i’m the wildest guy you know
tryna practice more patience, all my life i’ve been on go
f*ck her once, she tryna get me a kid
i know money don’t grow on trees, mom, but leave it to me
know i bear arm like beauty and the beast
put some bass in your voice when you speakin’ to me, p*ssy
she keep tellin’ she love me, yeah, sure, b*tch
b*tches sayin’ “hey” ’cause i walk ’round with horse sh*t, woo
yeah, i love to get money, talk sh*t
i got all my haters big bitter like a auction
i got new paper in my hand like my dog p*ssed
tss, she [?], she a smart b*tch
feds tryna find prints, i tell ’em “go ask carlton”
spent your shopping budget in valet and i’m just parkin’
that b*tch was ‘posed to look familiar but i’m gon’ [?]
i told your b*tch this is the end, micah parsons
i’m on my porsche holdin’ back tears, i was just starvin’
i dogged a b*tch forty*six times, they don’t be learnin’
i’m iced up, poppin’ my sh*t, got a full clip
she seen the red flags and still went, your b*tch on bullsh*t
that play better before when it hit this pool pit
around the hoes, he ballin’ up his toes to make his shoes fit
n*ggas flat, they don’t be havin’ no chicken
my top came off like it went to a baddie audition
i couldn’t be a english teacher, i be spellin’ sh*t different
the p always capital, no matter where in the city
n*ggas actin’ like they hard ’til you clappin’ me a witness
he lucky we ain’t take his charm, it look magically delicious
whack my shooter if he actin’ suspicious
i broke her heart but she still beg for forgiveness
she make me nut like she got backward suspension
it’s been ten years, i told her i’ll be back in ten minutes, she probably still waitin’
my socks off, kickin’ with a rich lady
f*ck with me, your imagination, boy you temptatious
n*ggas so quick to switch up, that’s ’cause they been hatin’
game seven, boy, this prada is a windbreaker
b*tch, throw that ass back, i know you been waitin’
baby, why you get meat like this? your man a b*tch, ain’t he?
trippin’ every motherf*ckin’ day, i need to get the maintenance
i would love to hawk n*ggas for free but they keep sendin’ payments

- cash kidd lyrics

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