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lirik lagu jus the intro (cashonly) – kidcash

i guess these new n–gas don’t know the code
heard that’s your mans , then i heard that he told
like his shoes new put a tag on his toe
make his lean like italics if he typing bold
bro say wit’ heat like he forever cold
still in g-star , this sh-t never get old
hopped in the streets at eleven years old
seen so much sh-t and still ain’t never fold

ain’t gettin’ no sleep b–ch i’m chasing a bag
feds always geekin’ , like ” what’s in the bag?”
n–gas be b–ches they really be drags
say that you hustlin’ don’t make me laugh
feel like dex in been stuck in the lab
walk in the trap leave with twice what i had
feds get your man he gon’ crack like a crab
and i hop on a beat and workout , everlast

b–ch all about cash like eugene krabs
the red lights flash, i do the dash
been got off my a–, got to the cash
incredibles fast ,i feel like dash
shawdy a freak and oc bad
say “nut on my face, watch my eyelash”
f–k what you say you ain’t talking bout’ cash
say i’m stuck in my ways i ain’t doin’ that bad

they want me change , but i can not do that
my n–gas walk down like where the loot at
bro got a big clip like like how you shoot that?
we get the big work watch how i move that
trap hear a -knock,knock- brodie like “who dat?”
don’t know the face we maneuver you knew that
sh-t by the zip so they thinking we grew that
“cash where you at i got bags need you move dat”
smokin’ on pack boy thought it was band up
don’t got no thang boy, why is yo hand tucked
this is not shootaround boy put yo hands up
plug dish it off gotta dunk it like westbrook

swear i been cookin’ sh-t up betty croc
only box when im punchin’ the clock
only gas i dont work wit’ the pots
only cash i finesse if he hot
i don’t know you never stepped on my block
told him it’s like 20 gs but it’s not
you know kc i’ll scheme for a knot
ever seen a rapper sing? you’d be shocked
soon as you snitch put a beam on your block
n–gas be fake , huh? yea f–ck
hol’ up i got it
n–gas fakin’ i thought they knew better
stay wit’ my brother like greta
get her wet like rihanna umbrella, wha?
den’ we get high like coach-lla
kelley rowland i’m down for whatever
get the glock in the uh, i’m too clever
let it bang like i’m keef or whatever
d-mn cash the f-ck i’m right here
cash only the tape coming soon

- kidcash

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