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letra de bebe flow - cash kidd & itsmanman

[part i]

[intro]
(i’m kured)

[verse 1: itsmanman]
n-gga keep hatin’ on me, i don’t know this guy
can’t even chase him to the crib, i got some homeless opps
these n-ggas makin’ diss songs, ain’t even know he dropped
with some n-ggas that be bearing arms, but i ain’t goldilocks
huh, slide down with more fins than aquarium
i’m really p, my palms up like i’m carryin’
huh, i just got some fire head inside the marriott
rap cappers like a bald b-tch, i ain’t hearin’ it (huh)
i looked up to bebe kidd, so i’m glad he solid, huh
how y’all take my n-gga style and don’t be payin’ homage?
your b-tch reachin’ for the sack just like she aaron donald
gloves on, shock below the waist, but i ain’t no boxer, huh
give a thot b-tch my heart, n-gga, h-ll no
huh, gang strapped, got more techs than a cell phone
i watched you bend, break, and fold like a elbow
mask on and i’m sticked up, donatello
huh, they tried to knock the boy down, but i stood tall
like a scab, she was hurt when i pulled off, huh
i been through too many things, i wish i would fall
slide down, spittin’ out the roof like a bulldog, huh
big bullets, these shots’ll knock a bull off, huh
found a way, i know some n-ggas in the hood lost
throw some bullets at a square, but it ain’t football
ironic, got neck in timberland, she got my wood hard
[verse 2: cash kidd]
tss, huh, just hit a b-tch with a charge, ref, good call
huh, ayy, huh, now she stuck on my page tryna bookmark
my opps so dirty, sh-t making me sad
four thousand fit just to take out the trash
palm trees outside, no more rakin’ the grass
miss out on some racks if i take me a bath
i might miss out on like ten when i get in the shower
phone jumpin’ like my whip just went out of power
dude think he f-ckin’ with me? he’s sniffin’ some powder
ayy, tell the feds send me that pic, i was trippin’ in prada
i know it look crazy through them binoculars
they spyin’ on your baby, can’t even pop it
free lavier and swan, they picked my brothers up
i see you little n-ggas celebratin’, still can’t f-ck with us
my b-tches got body shots like a uppercut
rip the ceiling, double up like a reese’s b-tter cup
you can’t go mia like me, you ain’t up enough
two b-tches tryna swing my way like double dutch
gave a eater to a lame, she want her life back
don’t think she plan on comin’ home, she packed night snacks
put three grams in the ‘wood, i ain’t the type to match
just left the dentist in a phantom, feel like kai cenat
these bald-heads in my clip tryna find a hat (huh)
bald-headed little b-tch, let me try your neck
since she met me, it all changed, i’m a laundromat
they think i’m injured, at the ball game with a iced-out neck
huh, ayy, can’t even chase ’em to the crib, i got some homeless opps
n-ggas drop a diss song, ain’t even know he dropped (huh)
see him out and blast toys like the pokémon
[part ii]

[intro]
(i like that, anton)

[verse 1: cash kidd]
hurt a broke b-tch feelings, she say, “you a assh0l-”
ayy, the other day, i’m gettin’ trolled by a rat ho
mario kart race, b-tch, do you smash bro?
gotta pay to f-ck with me, stupid, i got bad hoes
these lil’ n-ggas hatin’, i know what they mad for
you feelin’ froggy? leap, croakin’ like a tadpole
i knew your ho was dirty judgin’ by her headphones
b-tch airpod case filthy like her d-mn toes
call that b-tch lisa simpson, she blow up my s-x phone
yeah, on my hotline tryna f-ck right now
nah, ain’t no i in team, b-tch, but i’m an icon
hundred shots, boy, i got more backup than iclouds
this plain t-shirt cost a thou-wow
pushin’ the p hard, i got five fouls
yeah, i dare a n-gga mush kidd, huh
feel like jalen hurts, finna take my b-tch to get her tush pushed in
50k in blues, my bankroll look thin
this beat hard, i’ll probably never bring the hook in
i got a strong feeling you on the fbi’s good friends
your b-tch a termite, she pop up where my wood been
laughin’ at these hatin’ n-ggas, carry on
i never get tired of hoin’ n-ggas, i do it every song
you in the club line, sweatin’, waitin’ very long
walk right past your musty ass, like, “d-mn, somebody very strong”
i understand you love that fit, but n-gga, change your clothes
i understand she was your b-tch, but it ain’t no more
tom brady, hit ’em with a bullet soon as he make a post
i woke up with new haters, bae, let’s make a toast
i’m puttin’ diamonds on her like she ain’t no ho
i plant money seeds, so they can grow, now i can’t go broke
take your shoes off, wait for the maid to come hang your coat
comin’ off the dock with that lean like a wavy boat
b-tch on her way, i’m finna train her throat
she hire me sometimes to come take her soul
maybach, slidin’ through the hood, i got my ice on
lil’ bro sippin’ more oil than sean combs
your b-tch left her ring at the crib, next to the house phone
feds askin’ questions, i’m like, “who?” think i’m mike jones
my d-ckie rich neighbor seen my car and screamed, “right on”
[verse 2: itsmanman]
ayy, jameis winston, i’m in cleveland with like five hoes
i’ll give her right back, just let me f-ck her face
my eater ain’t pick up the phone, it messed up my day
huh, four nicky , i should’ve brung my drac’
i’m like before first grade ’cause i’ll up my k
huh, she always put me first place ’cause i’m the better option
ninety-nine lil’ buddy chest, i call him aaron donald
huh, i opened up a lot of doors like i’m very popular
long stick under my beretta like i’m mary poppins
you never use that gun, so why the f-ck you buy it? hmm
i’m at your section, drew brees, i got a 9 in pocket
i’m really having my way, that’s why i’m so c-cky
he ain’t hard, he’s just like jesus mama, he ain’t got no bodies, huh
couple diamonds on my fangs, manman paul wall
six hundred each, man, i don’t never do no small talk
don’t got a heart, but i felt bad when i saw y’all
she two-hand twist it, no foul, she touch all b-lls
manman, what the f-ck you on? why you take my b-tch?
he robbed dog before me, why you take my l!ck?
i love to see my n-ggas win, we like ace and mitch
n-gga, you shouldn’t even be in the field if you can’t take a hit
kidd said sixteen bars, but i need eight more
like breakin’ hoes more than rappin’, that sh-t pay more
huh, anthony davis-ass n-gga, you gon’ stay broke
i was makin’ plays off the corner like i’m jamo, n-gga

- cash kidd itsmanman

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