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lirik lagu woke up single – cash kidd

[intro]
d*mn, ayy

[verse]
woke up single, all twenty of my b*tches mad at me
mama said, “boy, you act just like your d*mn daddy”
amiri jeans fitted, i don’t like my pants saggy
spinnin’ blocks lookin’ for the lo’ like my hands ashy
might get bored and block your b*tch until she cash app me
baby, leave that broke*ass boy, stop tryna act happy
never seen a b*tch that fine that nasty, huh
put that n*gga in a wheelchair, cat daddy, ayy
why you break that girl heart on christmas eve?
yes, we treated your b*tch like a three*man weave
in the stu all night, phone on dnd
put a b*tch in her place like airbnb
full clip in its place, it might leave empty
ain’t got sh*t else to say, we gon’ see indeed
[?][0:50] tryna leave [?]
if i flip with the pape’, now the team can’t eat
fresh as sh*t on the plane, ooh
reminiscing and praying
buy you whips and chains if you can be my peace
f*ck your apology, sh*t wasn’t sincere
yes, i’m a f*ckin’ bebe kidd, but ain’t no kids here
think he f*ckin’ with me, he off fifty*six beers
she know it’s a fee, it’s a fare, elephant ear
oh my, i been goin’ hard for like ten years
on my way to the bank laughin’ air tears
your b*tch p*ssy tight, i was gentle
ayy, she done broke the code, you should k!ll her
why the f*ck you leave me ’round your ho? is you mental? huh
i couldn’t wait to get the head out here like a pebble, huh
ayy, shout out yp, that’s my n*gga
you could talk crazy ’bout me, just don’t let my n*gga hear you
caught them n*ggas hotboxin’, listenin’ to instrumentals
beat must’ve been fire the way that bl!cky got to spittin’
b*tch head fire, got me thinkin’ she a piston
don’t stare, you might go blind like dennis the menace, ayy
look, ho, don’t text me ‘less you tryna do some business
‘member sellin’ fake percs, they must’ve been some super gremlins
your lil’ b*tch p*ssy deep as h*ll, i had to scoot up in it
bust a nut, then make her stand in the rain, new edition
i don’t know why i vented to you thinkin’ you would listen
my dog the only one that understand me, stewie griffin
usain bolt, keep my head up ’til i’m finished
two chains, i should buy some true religion
ayy, i just hit a u*turn on 8 and gratiot
thought i seen an opp, i spotted some fake glasses
heard what you was sayin’ about me, but i’m past it
you ain’t the only hatin’ lame that’s gon’ die poor
big pony on me, knock a n*gga off his high horse
slid down, devil on my shoulder screamin’, “encore”
free tone, probably was the only crip in osborn
cut into her, threw her on the blade like a lawn mower
b*tch ain’t got no morals, she gon’ die a wh0re
[?][2:25] reptile, not no dinosaur
bae, we turnt than a b*tch, what you poutin’ for?
ayy
five bathrooms, i can’t decide which one i wanna p**p
your b*tch can’t decide which one she wanna sneak a poot in
touch down in the city, i just poured a four with ju man, ayy
i’m more stamped than a b*tch that got a few kids, ayy
you more cap than a b*tch that got a new wig, ayy
hit the club, first down, i just threw ten, ayy
my b*tch made your stash at the red roof inn
froot loops, put ’em in a box with these toucans
boy, who you think you is?
came up, now you don’t know n0body like the new kid
hated on me, can’t believe i used to bang your music
traded on me, needed you the most and you was truant
ayy, dump that b*tch, bro, she holdin’ you the f*ck back
i don’t really like to argue, i’ma up strap
red bottoms on like i’m chuckie off the rugrats
big gate around the mansion like a mustache
dump that n*gga, ho, he holdin’ you the f*ck back
all he wanna do is get high and f*ck rats
hit her from the side and turn her over like a russ pass
i’ll hop out that one bag into that one bag
huh
[outro]
ayy, hit a n*gga with one jab and then gun blast

- cash kidd

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