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letra de bebe - cash kidd

[intro]
yeah
i served my chip three times
jam they dumb -ss
slid the piece
slimeball in heaven, ru
jeff, rez in that b-tch
same receipt
f-ck you need n-gga, your motherf-ckin’ manager?
this fake id n-gga, official as h-ll b-tch
f-ck is you talkin’ about?
ayy n-ggas what’s the f-ckin’ deal my baby?

[verse 1]
ayy, chunky forty, that’s a bb-dub, yeah
like fear factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah
mad as h-ll, caught a cc-dub, yeah
high as a b-tch, i couldn’t even run
blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh
free my cuddy tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah
just can’t forgive him, walk around with a grudge
sh-t not that simple, took a n-gga that i love, yeah
pay a stack for the slacks, that was light
yeah, b-tch say she love me, oh that’s nice
yeah, startin’ to feel like all these hoes trife
yeah, f-ck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah
ayy, travel ‘cross the world, punchin’ flights
take me to where i ain’t gotta clutch at lights
yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah
yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice
first heatbreak, ain’t have sh-t to do with b-tches
got my brother in that system, ever since, sh-t been different
turned a n-gga savage, ever since i been trippin’
still smile but i’m hurtin’, numb the pain with the liquor
numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions
the clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog
just be patient, it’s gon’ take a lil’ minute
when you get it out the mud and don’t change on your n-ggas, yeah
most these cops crooked, f-ck these hospitals
ambulance took an hour just to get to my n-gga
we’re just countin’ bands, blowin’ on the block chillin’
make us wanna hang out with them tec’s like a side n-gga, yeah
made me wanna blow a n-gga, that’s on god
know exactly how digga feelin’ ’bout vom
gucci, i’ma treat your brother like he mine
blowin’ ‘woods, me and don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah
f-ck a hook, this off the heart, f-ck a book
f-ck her p-ss, i’m aimin’ for her chin like an uppercut
i ain’t matched the last four, i got lazy punchin’ up
flirtin’ with the cashier, ugly b-tch, dumb as f-ck, ayy
stupid n-gga tryna scr-p, n-gga punch these slugs
b-tch went from a ten to a six when i bust my nut
lord f-ck my enemies, protect me from the ones i trust
yeah, feel like cartier, n-gga add me up

[chorus]
yeah, i hope n-ggas don’t think they invincible, yeah
big four-five turn ’em invisible
used to say no new n-ggas, only originals, yeah
but day ones’ll get to switchin’ too
yeah, bust a fat nut, b-tch what you finna do?
hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah
bebe kidd, b-tch i bend the rules
i wasn’t even ‘posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah

[verse 2]
ayy, n-gga why you like this b-tch? her head terrible
my b-tch head so fire, she need theraflu
get a body in this b-tch like a parachute
word around, i’m a dog, d-mn i never knew
starin’ at me while she suckin’, b-tch i’m scared of you
they got my dog in the pen like chris jericho
for them blues and them oranges like syracuse
free my n-ggas, huh, we them n-ggas
out the way, ain’t tryna see you n-ggas
hate to be you n-ggas, ’cause we hit all y’all hoes, huh
y’all could f-ck ours too, we don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas cryin’ over hoes, i let my n-gga f-ck
i been tryna keep sh-t cool but n-ggas weak as f-ck
cuffin’ on these nat nats, hair cheap as f-ck
she let us all in her mouth like she eatin’ subs
countin’ money while she suck it just to geek her up
yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up
just need the b-tch for one day like a teacher sub
hit me and p-ssin’ out sticks like a piece of gum
that bag on me, clip curled like a cheeto puff
yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water
now i’m ballin’ state to state, feel like pop warner
all these motherf-ckin’ clips, feel like blockbuster
all these punches in this b-tch, feel like ike turner

- cash kidd

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