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dear john - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
i don’t know
y’all n*ggas trippin’
i, i hope you don’t think it’s no shortage
huh, ayy (i like that, anton)

[verse]
huh, it go on and on
they can’t understand how my cash so long
d*mn, he must have superpowers
yeah, i spiked my punch like super bowser
yeah, i was in the back like an uber rider
then i got caught up like a stupid liar
put the fire to a n*gga like a supervisor
when we done, boy, your b*tch gon’ need a new v*g*n*, huh
ayy, hah, look, ayy
how they don’t wanna get my flowers, but they wannabes?
ayy, huh
fell asleep off double d’s, woke up in double c
if the b*tch don’t suck d*ck, she ain’t my cup of tea
you don’t evеn gotta worry ’bout seein’ that wh0re with me
i don’t be tryna ho you n*ggas, you keep forcin’ mе
i couldn’t be a hatin’*ass n*gga and live normally
tuh, speakin’ of haters, that’s majority
they keep tryna hold the kid back, it failed horribly
don’t make me turn your b*tch neck to an orphanage
iced up, i let my jewelry talk like a court sentence
yeah, wrist glow, clutchin’ on my hipbone
can’t lack, that one piece on me like the big show
tuh, cut off all my friends, i don’t need carl winslow, huh
n*gga hit the road and told like the flintstones
my bbw pretty and rich, though
shout out my petite ho, eat it like she bigboned
all my hoes get pape’, even my b*tch know
n*ggas must got better problems, they p*ss poor
i put diamonds on an eater, boy my ho icy
put that old presi’ up, n*ggas joe biden
switch on the heater like a motherf*ckin’ blowdryer
b*tch see me and her legs auto*part, call me o’reillys
puny*ass lil’ n*gga so tiny
is it me or all the broke n*ggas own the most shiestys?
n*gga won’t go— ayy
i just put your b*tch hair in a ponytail so kindly
mixin’ drink, my lil’ cousin think i know science
when the f*ck you ever seen me need some cosignin’?
trappin’ hard, boy, i got more pull than an o*lineman
suckin’ on your lil’ b*tch titties while that ho ride me
i’m finna call tiara, her sh*t so sloppy, huh
naw, let me hit jasmine, her sh*t different
quick, everybody duck, that n*gga wrist tickin’
man, what the f*ck is goin’ on? these n*ggas simp pimpin’
don’t let him drink, he be hatin’ off the bud lite
i don’t want your b*tch no more, but lil’ cuz might
finna drop her off now, we had a fun night
had more in*s*x than a buzz light
outside too, yeah, you know she got f*cked right
i found out she a cheap b*tch, so i cut ties
n*gga, do you think i give a f*ck ’bout a punchline?
boy, we can go band for band like drumline
i be gettin’ money every day, not sometimes
water on my neck like sandy off spongebob
with a bad b*tch that sniff lines
b*tch, by the time you hit that line, i’ll be gone like dear john
huh, but i scam just to k!ll time
big star, all on d*ck, hey

- cash kidd lyrics

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