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not like marc - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
ayy (damazin beats)

[verse]
he in my dm like, “cash, please block my b*tch”
hoin’ n*ggas too easy, ain’t gotta write this sh*t
it’s hard to catch writer’s block ’cause my life too lit
according to my calculations, ho, you short nineteen cents
can’t even enter a b*tch dream if the pipe ain’t in
when it come to cheese, boy, you poor like a nacho stand
need some new haters, my old ones startin’ to act like some fans
any n*gga play with kidd get his sh*t split
paparazzi caught me with an eater, yeah, i got thick sh*t
huh, hit her at that same park y’all had a picnic
feel like i work at mcdonald’s, i left an imprint
these n*ggas ain’t gon’ do sh*t, they never did sh*t
this new drip, i’m switchin’ gear like a stick shift
spent ten on a ‘fit, ain’t post one single pic
boy, i done put more rick on than tia kemp
pretty much done summered up, new dog can’t f*ck with me and sh*t
i’m mad i took the over, bro only got three attempts
n*gga screamin’ free everybody, but still won’t free the b*tch
the g19 on board like a bingo slip
i just dropped a blunt on purpose, boy, i’m gettin’ filthy rich
revoke his p membership, these n*ggas tender d*cks
t**th shinin’, i feel like chip skylark
my backyard got a thot ho, check your mychart
at n0bu eatin’ with the chef, but this ain’t south park
left a two*thousand*dollar tip, sh*t, this ain’t my card
i might need a ghostwriter ’cause i’ll buy the bar
my b*tch left, told me secretary remind me to cry tomorrow
he got in the field and told like he play soccer ball
it’s my way or the highway, i turned her options off
we the reason candles at his crib, you think his house was dark
your b*tch like beloved, beggin’ me to touch her body parts
n*gga, i’m bustdown like i ain’t got no car
n*gga, i’m bustdown like my house was far
300k, that sh*t light, i’ll be out by dark
for my respect, i’ll do more time, n*ggas not like marc
ayy, why you post that throwback, lil’ cuz? just askin’
i f*cked your b*tch with aggression ’cause i got dubbed on madden
yeah, balled on his ass ’cause he ruffled my feathers
she said, “thanks for wasting my time,” i said, “yup, my pleasure”
why the f*ck is doggy mad at me just because i slapped him?
tuh, haha, man, d*mn, my bad
huh, made his heartbeat stop like musical chairs
since he wanna have a stare contest (brrt)
pulled up on your ho, my chair pop back, huh
boy, you cheaper than an airline snack
i got fresh as h*ll just to pop out and ho your b*tch
today, i’m just gon’ be quiet and show my wrist
pocket watchin’ just gon’ hurt your feelings, you know i’m lit (n*gga)
on my mama, boy, i’m still ain’t worried bout no b*tch (never)
too many flows, i can switch it, you know how i get
roof gone, they think i’m hangin’ with michael vick
pilot of the jet keep on rushin’ me, i’m tryna sh*t (damazin beats)
finna hop in mode
got two b*tches in the coupe, finna drive the boat
i need some chicken noodle soup, i’m livin’ by the code
my last b*tch disowned me, caught me sellin’ d*ck around the globe
huh

- cash kidd lyrics

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