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lirik lagu hml – cash kidd

[intro]
f-ck with me, uh

[verse]
dark skin, big d-ck, with bands you can’t beat it
busting up the leaves she said “d-mn you can’t eat it?”
b-tch h-ll naw, i ain’t your friend i’m conceited
i’m the man b-tch you see it, diamonds dance like aaliyah
right hand up to jesus, ion like her, lil mike her
give me head if you thieving, i ain’t staying b-tch i’m leaving
hit her friend got her singing like the pledge of allegiance
getting bread like a pita, yo’ b-tch ran like a cheetah
my p popped a xan and he leaning i’mma pray for him
i woke up counting bands it’s a great morning, i’m on a roll like i’m skateboarding
the 40 on me i stay with that big b-tch but i ain’t norbit
2 cellphones and your b-tch ain’t got either number, lil b-tch always tryna see me but i’m stevie wonder
she gave me head and i ain’t even f-ck her, i need a cover, i’m cold these n-ggas chilly like keke palmer

[break]
how you doing p-ssy n-gga? (how ya’ doing?)
we been eating good
if i had one wish like ray j, i wish a n-gga would

[verse]
b-tch i’m from the east side, 6 mile n-gga
all these n-ggas tryna get down with us
oh no, make a b-tch go home, throw a peace sign n-gga
leave that b-tch hanging like a bee hive n-gga
i’m chilling, chilling, chilling in this b-tch
boy i’m feeling like the sh-t up in this b-tch
n-gga that’s your girl, i’m gon’ toss some tints up in that b-tch
tell her “suck a n-gga d-ck up in this b-tch i’m the man”
recognize a motherf-ckin’ boss when you see one
you a p-ssy boy, i see through you like capri-sun
f-ck for five minutes, then i tell that b-tch “we done”
i make her bring it back, bring it back like a refund
oh no, shout out my n-gga e, real n-gga since day one shout out my n-gga g
snapback fresh lineup, shout out my n-gga fe
make your b-tch give me head put on a rubber she use t–th
shoot the chopper at his feet when it’s hotter than a beach
n-gga pick your favorite picture i’m gon prop it on a tee
hit the booth and go crazy when i’m hopping on the beat
ask about us we get it popping on the east (p-ssy)
i got some real n-ggas in the west too
when i shoot your girl better wear a vest too
b-tch you stay tryna talk about your ex-boo, ian tryna hear that sh-t, b-tch what that neck do
cause i ain’t cuffin-ating, my pimping underrated, all these hoes treat us like we f-cking famous
getting head in public places, ion give a f-ck if the police catch me with a pistol at least i wasn’t dangling
walk in the club he staring at my wrist, while i’m staring at his b-tch, while she staring at my d-ck
on my mama i am not a f-cking l!ck, f-ck you mean, come and see, cash kidd, double “d”

[break]
f-ck with me motherf-cker
f-ck with me motherf-cker
f-ck with me motherf-cker
f-ck with me motherf-cker
hit my line, hoe

[verse]
uh, free lee they got my mans up in the slammer
n-ggas tryna nail me so my hand stay on the hammer
you’ll see your life flash like a camera
banana clips put you to sleep, call that bananas in pajamas
f-ck a b-tch then call her a rat where’s my manners, never call her back after i smash her
got your main b-tch on my lap and i ain’t santa claus pause
i ball like i got cancer, you know that mean i ball like amber rose, y’all d-ck sucking more than amber cole
i make it reindeer but i ain’t prancer, no
i’mma bout to start wild n’ out like the nick cannon show, b-tch

[outro]
f-ck with me motherf-cker (hoe)
f-ck with me motherf-cker (hoe)
f-ck with me motherf-cker (hoe)
hit my line, hoe

- cash kidd

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