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letra de not at all - cash kidd & shordie shordie

[intro: cash kidd]
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
pst, yeah (i like that, anton)

[chorus: cash kidd]
my grills hold the spot like volleyball
poppin’ my sh-t, i ain’t got it all, yeah
i pull up iced out, she gon’ top me off, yeah
i use her for her head like tylenol, yeah
he actin’ like a kid, please knock it off
i’m knowin’ that these lil’ n-ggas kind of soft
but does it look like i’m worried? n-gga, not at all
but does it look like i’m hurtin’? n-gga, not at all

[verse 1: cash kidd]
i mix it with the perky and i’m noddin’ off
she suckin’ on the tip, now my eyes look crossed
my youngins keep on scorin’ and i’m proud of y’all
my b-tch trappin’ hard, i’m so proud of you
these n-ggas like casper, tryna hide they boo
we caught a n-gga lackin’, ayy
wе caught a n-gga lackin’ at they rendezvous
i just sеnt one k, i don’t mind, what new
new air boy, change my whole mood, huh
new big toy, come plot on— yeah
stupid boy, you not no fool, huh
how the f-ck i make a couple million off a freestyle
i just put some bread in my grill like a cheese sandwich
lil’ ass n-ggas can’t see me, i’m a piñata
i ain’t into goin’ back and forth, bullets hit buddy
chillin’ in the palace froze up, call me ben wallace
[chorus: cash kidd]
my grills hold the spot like volleyball
poppin’ my sh-t, i ain’t got it all, yeah
i pull up iced out, she gon’ top me off, yeah
i use her for her head like tylenol, yeah
he actin’ like a kid, please knock it off
i’m knowin’ that these lil’ n-ggas kind of soft
but does it look like i’m worried? n-gga, not at all
but does it look like i’m hurtin’? n-gga, not at all

[verse 2: shordie shordie]
n-gga, four fade, get hit
bad b-tch came trim, french tip (french tip)
why you dockin’ on the floor? sh-t lit
how you talkin’ ’bout a ring and you ain’t never saw one?
talkin’ ’bout money, you don’t never show, no, none
drop sh-t, pop sh-t, you a dollar
drop it, i see, get a dollar
give head give head, she a scholar
b-tch, f-ck it dancin’
she gon’ run up on me, ass up
i know that lil’ b-tch scared up, she gon’ run into a n-gga with guns
now she gone, apb, i’ve been on it
b-tches gettin’ on my nerves, b, be gone
wanna call me, but my name ravon
[chorus: cash kidd]
my grills hold the spot like volleyball
poppin’ my sh-t, i ain’t got it all, yeah
i pull up iced out, she gon’ top me off, yeah
i use her for her head like tylenol, yeah
he actin’ like a kid, please knock it off
i’m knowin’ that these lil’ n-ggas kind of soft
but does it look like i’m worried? n-gga, not at all
but does it look like i’m hurtin’? n-gga, not at all

- cash kidd shordie shordie

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