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dweeb - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
we done got .223s
.223s
ayy
(d*mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
ayy

[chorus]
these n*ggas y’all lookin’ up to really dweebs (lame)
dog said he did what? n*gga, please
i just cried tears of joy, my b*tch say she finna leave
snuck the ar in, wrapped the toy, christmas eve
i ain’t got sh*t for a sl*t but mickey d’s
b*tch can’t get sh*t but a nut and some weave
shoes full of spikes like i made it to the league (nfl)
mouth full of diamonds, n*ggas hate it when i cheese

[verse]
yeah, b*tch, if i smile, you goin’ blind like a white ho
yeah, red bottoms on likе a tight pole
mama asked when i’m gеttin’ married, i’m like, “why for?”
i ain’t tryna say no vows, who do i owe?
n0body but you
give a b*tch what i earn, what a dumb move
she wanna f*ck, we ain’t make it past the front room
she let me beat it on the table like the lunchroom
huh, ayy
yeah, hold up, jump who?
stupid n*gga, try and rush me, they gon’ rush you
to the er ’cause i’m strapped, get you one too
runnin’ through the 6 with that drac, n*gga, come through
b*tch, my n*gga said that neck fire, i want some too
hit her from the back then take a hike, hut, one*two
then i gave that b*tch the runaround, duck duck goose
when it come to gettin’ to them racks, call me unc’ drew
sh*t so easy
your b*tch so easy
new wrist alert, sh*t so freezy
new b*tch alert, she was disobedient
d*mn, how you die strapped? let your stick blow, idiot
she a silly lil’ b*tch, but eat d*ck so serious
kidd on his way up like she missed her period
how you broke talkin’ sh*t? i am just so curious
tryna fill up banks like i’m with aunt vivian
boy, your b*tch is a full*blown eater
even if she cheap, bet you still gon’ keep her
give the ball to me, n*ggas keep fumblin’ (man)
rich n*gga with a presi’ like a republican
every time a car ride past, i keep clutchin’ it (got to)
your b*tch mouth warm, i bust three nuts in it
she don’t even care, she just keep suckin’ it
one n*gga, two b*tches like three’s company
[chorus]
these n*ggas y’all lookin’ up to really dweebs (lame)
dog said he did what? n*gga, please
i just cried tears of joy, my b*tch say she finna leave
snuck the ar in, wrapped the toy, christmas eve
i ain’t got sh*t for a sl*t but mickey d’s
b*tch can’t get sh*t but a nut and some weave
shoes full of spikes like i made it to the league (nfl)
mouth full of diamonds, n*ggas hate it when i cheese

[outro]
yeah, yeah, hundred rounds on me when i go from a to b
ayy

- cash kidd lyrics

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