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bill co$by - cash ky lyrics

i woke up wit 2 b*tches, crazy thing is i ain’t want sh*t to do wit em (nope) i told dat hoe, b*tcha gotta let my dog out ( go let kobe out )
pull up wit the fire truck smoking know we let the fog out
i tell the b*tch it’s now or never, hit stockx and you know that i grabbed the supreme sweater. you n*ggas barnacles, told ha toot that ass up you know i bikini bottom ha. real slime innat p*ssy i might rock bottom ha ( do you smeeeeell ) why? cause i got my dollars up. i do what i want, and you n*ggas followers. don’t hand cuff no b*tch i won’t horse collar her. ( i promise ) dont play mason rudolph and get hit wit the helmet ina head, rushing like myles garrett i beat the tackle for the bread. she wanna gimmie dat p*ssy i said sorry just head. left that b*tch looking sorry sitting at the foot of the bed. ( ha ) cause i said no, went straight to the jeep put that dope in my nose. that’s just a french inhale b*tch i ain’t talkin bout no blow, purp in the blunt b*tch i ain’t smoking no dro. she wanna kick it and sh*t like she mason crosby, b*tch these skin tight jeans cause i ain’t bill co$by. you know how i’m coming sh*t you know how i’m coming. roll a russian cream then i roll a dark stout b*tch that’s a double double. b*tch my young boys in town then sh*t you know it’s trouble, and we smoke out a pound so you know it’s a double. f*ck it i ain’t trynna eat no ihop, b*tch when i’m in town you can put that lobster out. f*ck it i came in wit the pack out x2 pack in pack out sh*t that’s a touchdown ran a f*cking post route tricked that n*gga outta town. came back wit the homies then i count it up, tell that n*gga bring the beat then we count it up…. ( flame up it’s the into, p*ssy hoe flame up it’s the intro x4)

- cash ky lyrics

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