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search bar - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yup, yup, yup
ay, gotta sweat the swag into it, cash kidd
put a n*gga underneath like a adlib
i don’t know where i would be without my last bid
that b*tch really came in handy, now that bag hit
b*tch, ay, you got that bad candy
’bout to snap, dawg, shoutout cashpaid, b*tch
(we’re keeping all that sh*t)

[verse]
huh, ay, huh
search bar full of old b*tches and some new thots, huh
my main page, and some lame ass new opps, huh
freak b*tch actin’ foul off of two shots, huh
dawg flexin’ ’til we jack it like it’s cool out
y’all n*ggas out here cuffin’ more than a new cop (lame)
send her home quicker than a kid without they flu shot, ay
ay, meech got the strap in the stu’ now, huh
ay, uh uh, uh*nuh, uh, uh*nuh, uh, ay
yeah, ay, ay*ay, i apologize
gotta watch the way i move, i’m being idolized
i find hundred dollar bills in my laundry now
heard they salty ’cause i’m in my bag like mcdonald fries
head so good, i had to grab the bed
lil’ fake boujee b*tch ain’t let me grab her head
she insist her p*ssy good, i want the neck instead
ay, ay, b*tch, i want the*, ay
ay, ay, she say, “cash kidd, please follow back”
she wanna blow me on stage like i’m malcolm x
blow yo’ b*tch ass on the stage like you malcolm x
get to clappin’ for the crowd like a soccer dad, hey
ay, ay, baby rock the best
skinny b*tch, pants off, ass kinda fat, huh
make a ho’ pay me, b*tch, i’m the catch, huh
let a burger try to eat, we gon’ fry his ass
all i wanted was a real b*tch and a lot of racks
at the pistons game with them punches, call me ron artest
young n*gga f*cked up, couldn’t buy a strap
yeah, and i’ll put on designer like i’m kanye west
bottom of my b*tch shoes red
i don’t play games like i was in school bad
walk in front of this clip like a bootleg
.223 give a n*gga two heads (brrr, bop bop)
heard you totin’ hi*points and yo’ strap license
boy, your ratchet ain’t blowin’ sh*t, call that blac chyna, ay
behring’ back popping, good electronics
ay, b*tch, you back slidin’
n*ggas back hidin’ (ho’)
ay, p*ssy, ay, if it* ay
ay, n*gga, if it’s smoke, let me know sum’
punch netflix, ay, been watchin’ family guy for four summers
for the free ball n*ggas* ay
ay, b*tch, ay, ay
ay, f*ck a male, knock that n*gga sh*t back (ay, f*ck it)
i don’t know a n*gga store, b*tch, we wit’ that
took a lame n*gga b*tch, he wanna k!ll himself
and to f*ck any b*tch, yeah, i feel myself
told my n*ggas to chill, i need to chill myself
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch (ay, n*gga)
(b*tch, i’m freest*, n*gga, f*ck ’em)
(ay, n*gga, f*ck a pen’, n*gga, f*ck the friend)
(n*gga, n*gga, f*ck the pen, n*gga, f*ck some friends, ay, b*tch, huh, yeah)
(b*tch, this have to f*ckin’ end, b*tch)
(ay, n*gga, f*ck yo’ man)
(ay, b*tch, i’m tryna f*ck you then f*ck yo’ friend)
(ay, ay, b*tch, i’m tryna punch a benz)

- cash kidd lyrics

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