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letra de ears bleeding - cash kidd

[intro]
(mk, you like a wizard with this sh-t)
sorry, sweetheart, all my b-tches— ooh, here we go
ooh, uh-huh, i just, tuh, yeah, yeah
(i like that, anton)
n-gga, you a b-tch, don’t try to act like you like that
ayy, i’ma— tuh, ayy, huh

[chorus]
sorry, sweetheart, all my b-tches tens, nothin’ less
one hundred percent, yeah, all my b-tches come correct
yeah, i’m feelin’ like franklin in this louis turtleneck
yeah, finna treat your b-tch p-ssy like a punching bag
yeah, soft-ass n-gga, why you actin’ like it’s that?
i go check my bank account every time i get upset
i got so many b-tches, i can’t never get no rest
got my f-ckin’ ears bleedin’, all these n-ggas cap

[verse]
my b-tch went through my phone like, “all these b-tches trap”
your b-tch went through your phone like, “all these b-tches fat”
he went broke, had to p-wn his lil’ piece just like chess
yeah, i’m pushin’ p hard, they like, “these n-ggas hacks”
you want me on your track, if i breathe, that’s a rack
he want beef, get him whacked, in a leaf, in a wrap
yeah, i be’s in the trap, catchin’ z’s on a jet
fell asleep in a ‘vette like it’s fleas on my pet
your b-tch just like jeffrey dahmer, she gon’ eat me to death
turn you to de’aaron fox, put that beam on your chest
yeah, ar with a scope spot a geek from afar
she just took backshots like a thief at the bar
i gotta keep the heat on like i sleep in my car
spent a mil’ on the house, n-ggas think he was bart
playin’ golf, got the glock on the seat in the cart
need to go and see the wizard ’cause you need you a heart
we don’t brush our t–th the same, you see me in the dark
[?][1:18]
i got big pointers on me like that thing on a shark
i got big blower on me like it’s leaves on my car
i’m a king, i’m a star, n-gga, you a pipsqueak
fresh as h-ll, boy, i’m switchin’ gear like a ten-speed
i got too many b-tches, boy, let my d-ck breathe
i got two hundred b-tches on my line like, “pick me”
why the f-ck n0body told me life was gon’ be this free?
sippin’ drank, i’m gettin’ higher, boy, please don’t tempt me
what the f-ck, baby? you ain’t say your throat was this deep
goin’ crazy, need a straitjacket in this bentley
she just suck it for an hour, i can tell she miss me
i done spent a couple houses on my neck and earrings
tried to show n-ggas the way, d-mn, i feel like siri
test your luck like a clover, flip you like a cheer team
[chorus]
sorry, sweetheart, all my b-tches tens, nothin’ less
one hundred percent, yeah, all my b-tches come correct
yeah, i’m feelin’ like franklin in this louis turtleneck
yeah, finna treat your b-tch p-ssy like a punching bag
yeah, soft-ass n-gga, why you actin’ like it’s that?
i go check my bank account every time i get upset
i got so many b-tches, i can’t never get no rest
got my f-ckin’ ears bleedin’, all these n-ggas cap

- cash kidd

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