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letra de barefoot - cash kidd

[intro]
(jaygottheplug)
well, well, well
last b-tch made me wake up with one sock
b-tch, i went barefoot, haha
the f-ck, man? crazy
yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy

[chorus]
man, d-mn, i fell in love with a thot
sh-t, i don’t know, it might just be the top
like a butcher, f-ck it, let ’em meet the chop
n-gga get hit by the sh-ll like barack
yeah, i go m. i. a. when sh-t get hot (out the way)
sh-t, only thing i’m scared of is the cops (nah, for real)
they don’t believe the feds real ’til they stuck in that box
d-mn, this b-tch head ill, i don’t care if she a thot (i don’t care)

[verse 1]
n-ggas braggin’ ’bout jail, i respect who ain’t get caught
you ain’t put your people in position, then you ain’t a boss
n-gga got aggressive ’cause my b-tch told him to pay the cost
he was tryna take the box like when they turn the cable off
lost a couple people that i love, but it ain’t a loss
devil on my shoulder, i’m like shut up, let the angel talk
it ain’t fun f-ckin’ hoes no more ’cause this d-ck make ’em stalk
she suckin’ my d-ck so lazy, might just made her walk
seen my dog losin’ hope, i’m tryna tell him he the g. o. a. t.
it’s a lot of sh-t i need, but i ain’t never need a ho
better watch that sl!ck mouth before we hit you with the scope
when we score, it’s teardrops like i hit ’em with a flow

[verse 2]
you ain’t send no pape’, you left your mans in there to rot
hyped that n-gga way up, now your mans up in the sky
we was robbin’ everything, put your hands up in the sky
like edward scissorhands, lay in your grass and get to choppin’ sh-t
they say early bird get the worm, we was robbin’ sh-t
when they said, “why you ain’t droppin’ sh-t?” we was droppin’ sh-t
i ain’t gotta swipe no more, but still be swipin’ sh-t
feel like michael vick, come out the pocket for some spiky kicks
sick n-ggas braggin’ ’bout that lil’ n-gga fashion
i got rich n-gga habits, i got big n-gga status
lot of sticks like a cactus, come get hit with a package
yeah, we runnin’ through the motherf-ckin’ scripts like this practice
bands and drums, don’t get nicked with the cannon
stick on like a magnet, call me prince, keep the ratchet
d-mn, i think they on to us, f-ck it, i’ma still chance it
told my ex-b-tch to cry me a river, kilpatrick
ayy, it be the ones that talk the most sh-t that be the poorest
free them boys, f-ck the hook like i don’t need a chorus
just cut this one freak off ’cause when she ’round, she keep recording
b-tch, i’m so f-ckin’ up, but not a sleep disorder, ayy

[chorus]
d-mn, i fell in love with a thot
sh-t, i don’t know, it might just be the top
like a butcher, f-ck it, let ’em meet the chop
n-gga get hit by the sh-ll like barack
yeah, i go m. i. a. when sh-t get hot (out the way)
sh-t, only thing i’m scared of is the cops (nah, for real)
they don’t believe the feds real ’til they stuck in that box
d-mn, this b-tch head ill, i don’t care if she a thot (i don’t care)

- cash kidd

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