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letra de adrenaline - cash kidd

[intro]
(d-mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)

[chorus: cash kidd]
i don’t even want the neck if it ain’t genuine
i know they only gon’ show love if they can benefit
if you ain’t strapped inside this b-tch, then why you bring me then?
you know it’s straps all in this b-tch, they let my members in
balenciagas on the pedal, feel like timberlands
what’s in this cup, sh-t just boosted my adrenaline
how you a gangster, but you sensitive, feminine?
i open doors for all these n-ggas, i’m a gentleman

[verse 1: cash kidd]
you cuff the wh0res that i don’t ever feel like dealin’ with
i’m on stage with big cheese, ellen degeneres
she say, “ooh, you got some good d,” she tryna get a pic
i can’t stop usin’ reader-writers, i’m illiterate
she said that you’re already rich, but i’ma keep you rich
who cashin’ out on my b-tch neck? she need some christmas gifts
me and my gun matchin’ today, we both got fifty strips
now that i’m ballin’, all these b-tches tryna reminisce
they don’t get it, hah, d-mn, they don’t get it
new car, where the ceiling? doin’ fraud, made a k!lling
larry fitzgerald, i been playin’ with cards for a minute
versace pillow case, but i don’t talk to them b-tches
yeah, iced up, now they throwin’ salt on a n-gga
huh, all my hoes bad, but can’t get caught with them b-tches
yeah, reclined in the car chillin’, finger on the tool
declined, your card keep failin’, go to summer school
[chorus: cash kidd]
i don’t even want the neck if it ain’t genuine
i know they only gon’ show love if they can benefit
if you ain’t strapped inside this b-tch, then why you bring me then?
you know it’s straps all in this b-tch, they let my members in
balenciagas on the pedal, feel like timberlands
what’s in this cup, sh-t just boosted my adrenaline
how you a gangster, but you sensitive, feminine?
i open doors for all these n-ggas, i’m a gentleman

[verse 2: risktaker d-boy]
a lot of n-ggas claimin’ gangster, i don’t see it in ’em
n-ggas said they from the streets, i don’t see ’em in ’em
clips on the glocks, you can see ’em in ’em
we the ones flippin’ n-ggas’ whips when we see ’em in ’em
i remember back in the days bein’ an underdog
f-cked the plug over, took the bag out from under dog
down in west virginia for some days to get a hundred off
i’m the supplier, i can put you on or cut you off
murder for hire, for that ticket, i’ll get you offed
me and frenchie goin’ half, we gon’ split the cost
i’m movin’ bricks around this b-tch, so i don’t got the sauce
spend a thousand days with the jakes ‘fore i take a loss

- cash kidd

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