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lirik lagu socks on jupiter – cash kidd

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[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
yeah, huh
ooh, ooh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, ayy
f*ck n*ggas talkin’ ’bout?
these n*ggas sound dumb as h*ll
ayy
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m feelin’ good in this b*tch
just got my motherf*ckin’ socks blew to motherf*ckin’
jupiter
no cap
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, ayy

[verse]
i be hoeing these hoes, i’m only nice to my b*tches
ass soft, light*skinned, must be nice, lyfe jennings
i don’t know, but i think all these n*ggas hoes but my n*ggas
i’m with two opp b*tches, woke up with my socks missing
i don’t f*ck with these rappers, they all d*ck riders
got her outside on her knees like she pick cotton
bro just dropped a n*gga off like a lyft driver
put the ‘wood to his ass like a bench rider
i keep tryna cut this b*tch off, but her sh*t fire
f*ck around and smack your soft ass, leave your sh*t wired
you been temptin’ me so long like you tryna get hired
i blew up all over the web like a big spider
still’ll wipe you with that throwaway like a sh*t diaper
gotta keep the pole on, know they dislike us
b*tch, i got a roll on, i’m a big tymer
i’m addicted to the fraud, n*gga, r.i.p. tyler
got her gettin’ gift cards, slidin’ in meijers
her head two thumbs up like a hitchhiker
man, my b*tch so spoiled like she expired
all my n*ggas drug dealers, k!llers, and swipers
yeah, check, yeah
could care less ’bout who my ex hittin’
i ain’t the one that love that b*tch, go tell her next n*gga
please stop braggin’ ’bout these hoes i regret hittin’
g got twenty on him now, don’t get smacked with it
yes, n*gga, i got bad b*tches, you a yes*n*gga
when i say i’m layin’ with that ratchet, i’m not netflixin’
‘net spendin’, got a fake face like i’m catfishin’
dog, i can’t stand your b*tch, but her neck different
gave your lame ass a shot, tried to bless n*ggas
bad business, can’t do sh*t right like you left*handed
hit you with that t9, not no text, n*gga
got a body on the pole like electricians
p*ssy n*ggas tattle talin’, i can’t text n*ggas
can have the hook on my line, dog, i ain’t fishin’
they be actin’ like they got me in they best interest
but prayin’ on my downfall, i got death wishes
yeah, i know many man
r.i.p. roo, rez, and jeff, can’t wait ’til we meet again
and i couldn’t even get a chance ’til i showed her fifty bands
now she rubbin’ on my d*ck, thought it was a pringles can
now when i look back at it like a trina jam
n*ggas ain’t believe the plan, now they wanna be my friend
throwin’ dough in the air like a pizza man
high as h*ll, got a bale with me like i’m peter pan, n*gga, yeah
[outro]
ayy
high as h*ll, got a bale with me like i’m peter pan, n*gga
that sh*t gon’ fly over they head
yeah

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