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letra de go get it - cash kidd

[intro: cash kidd]
p-ssy ass n-ggas, hate sensitive ass n-ggas, k!lling me, uh

[verse 1: cash kidd]
remember i used to be broke as f-ck, y’all don’t know the half
balmain’s on my ass came from not sitting on my ass
and i ain’t really like to go to class, but pops was on my ass
he said it’s so many hustle’s, if you broke, you don’t want no cash

came up, n-gga’s mad, yeah they hating us
start rumors, throwing salt like they making fries
i said i want em dead, g said “i’ll take the job”
and if he run, put that heat to his calve but it ain’t lebron

y’all really d-cksucking these instagram-famous thots?
b-tches be ran through, before this name, before this fame i got
who want war, got a big chop and a baby chop
onе fat as h-ll and one little, i call that drakе and josh

momma used to ask “why you strapped?”
ma, they don’t like your son; now she just say “baby, be safe, i hope you got yo gun”
don’t give a f-ck, twenty against one i’m not gone run
slide back down with them sticks, we gone ice them bums

if i ain’t strapped, i will not be inside no club
all this ice, aw sh-t, here the snot nose come
two bands, three bands, four bands, probably was your bands
all these karats on my ice, feel like a snowman
[chorus: cash kidd]
yeah, i don’t trust no b-tches; my n-gga don’t trust me around no n-ggas
pops said stay out the light and mind your business
pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it go get it, pops said get off your ass, son and go get it

[verse 2: cash kidd]
b-tch, is you trying to meet the gang or not? i don’t trust no b-tch that hang with opps
f-ck that n-gga on your shirt, cause when i spray the glock, they gone have to find a picture of you and him that they can crop
jeff, save a spot, cause these n-gga’s is hoes, these b-tches is hoes, free leek till he home, we play smart, do homework on the beef when it’s on

let that sh-t cool down, a couple weeks, then he gone
this motherf-ckin’ hat, cost a half a g on my dome
bout d-mn time, i couldn’t wait to be on my toes
but you ain’t eating right, if you ain’t eat with your bros, we came up off no n-gga did this sh-t on our own, out the mud

was in last place in this cash race, now i’m cashing, no if and’s or b-tt’s, like a ash tray
made three on a bad day, you got the mad face, tried to hoe me, now she wanna bone me like a x-ray

if i get robbed y’all better watch the news the next day, foreign parked in valet
diamond’s dance like ballet, kush come from la, sticky like a band-aid
keep the steel like a fast-break, where the p-ssy like backpage

yeah, young n-gga get it, man i’m done with these b-tches, had to run to the chicken
n-ggas broke but be pillow talking and hating, ain’t that bout a b-tch?
my girl don’t even let me leave the crib without the stick
[chorus: cash kidd]
she said “baby, i don’t trust no b-tches”
my n-gga don’t trust me around no n-gga’s
pops said stay out the light and mind your business
pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it go get it, pops said get off your ass, son and go get it

[verse 3: cash kidd]
man, i’m fresher than y’all n-ggas, and y’all ain’t even got no bills to pay
b-tch i been that n-gga and i’m still that n-gga till this day
smelling like some motherf-cking loud when i’m in the bank
soon as i walked out my bank teller text me the kissy face

d-mn, i must be the man, f-ck what n-gga’s say
yeah, f-ck yo b-tch, and the clique you claim
n-gga’s wanna be so tough, they forget to get money
b-tches want to be so famous, they beg to get d-ck from me

b-tch, you don’t love me, you love snapchat and instagram
just want the world to know you sucking a real n-gga d-ck with bands
got to get rich before they lay me in the can
first i came up with a plan, then i came up with my mans

yeah, i don’t believe half these n-gga’s, why the f-ck they perpin?
on the net she stuck up, but a sl-t in person
pick a club, i’ll show up and stunt on purpose
make it rain on your head, like the color purple, yeah
[chorus: cash kidd]
yeah, i don’t trust no b-tches; my n-gga don’t trust me around no n-ggas
pops said stay out the light and mind your business
pops said get off your ass, son and go get it, go get it, go get it
go get it, go get it, less friends, and more chicken, go get it, go get it go get it, pops said get off your ass, son and go get it

- cash kidd

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