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talkin stupendous - j1hunnit & cash kidd lyrics

[intro: j1hunnit]
(oh yeah, fatmike)
1hunnit
come on

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
when i put these ricks on, i feel like calvin, i can jump higher
a n*gga reached for my chain then met gunfire (blrrt)
catch a weenie*ass n*gga and start a campfire
she cuff b*lls and spit for me like an umpire
she in here gaggin’ on the d*ck until her throat tired
i can make a b*tch commit adultery from the church choir
the preacher know how to turn sinner ’cause i’m a great liar
it take sunlight and garlic just to k!ll me, i’m a vampire
chanel ‘fit, i’m sharp enough to cut barbed wire
i feel like john garnеtt, you n*ggas esquire
come and havе dinner at my crib and leave inspired
got a picasso on the wall that you can admire
i used to be a drug dealer, now i’m an art buyer
we turn cups indigo, the pape’ sapphire
if you ain’t got a dub for my performance, then don’t inquire
i’m finna mount a sentry gun on top the trx
was countin’ dog sh*t, i started growlin’ like i’m dmx (grrr)
i throw ‘bows and strong arm, i should flex the pecs
i’m pourin’ trish with my mud buddies, we talk bags and checks
i don’t pay this b*tch bills, we just havin’ s*x
you gotta be half giraffe if we neck and neck
she ain’t a fairy, she fiona, you must be shrek
i seen the type of hoes you hit and i lost respect
the smoke all up in the room, then diddy freak offs
we can go case for case, n*gga, and have a sell*off
leave a n*gga ass backwards like kris kross
a n*gga tried to run from that b*tton and knocked cheek off
[interlude]
you want some kool*aid?
bring him two glasses of kool*aid
grape or raid?
red

[verse 2: cash kidd]
tss
tuh
ha
ha
tss, ayy
yeah, boyfriend pimpin’*ass n*gga mad his ho hoeing, huh
she say she hate your trickin’*ass, i told her prolong it
milk every dollar out that geek, i need that grey sweater
since i know the feds d*ck suckin’, i’ve been way fresher
with your b*tch, got her weave bowing like she mayweather
when that one thing slip out, i ain’t no straight better, huh
i’m on fanduel juggin’ an nba or nfl
these n*ggas just gettin’ hip, they got a bbl
i know you wanna see me fail, but you a burger, ken and kel
i keep gettin’ chompies off these words like i’m keke’s bail
she wanna hang with a p, call her tinker bell
told that b*tch to get to truckin’, she got her cdls
ho, you is not my other b*tch, don’t call me by my government
your ex’d have no game, that n*gga on punishment
shot a tough n*gga and he died, that was puzzling
i might go to h*ll, i’m happy ’cause my ex*b*tch struggling
ayy, give me top by nuttin’, b*tch, i don’t want filet*o*fish
i’m on six mile and guffton, public ass and takin’ pics
you don’t like how low my f*ckin’ chain hang, then take it then
well known for takin’ off my belt, i feel like jaden smith

- j1hunnit cash kidd lyrics

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