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letra de have you seen my socks? - cash kidd

[intro]
yeah
let me hit that, let me hit this b-tch, yes
(shout out my n-gga synco)
no, i don’t want no dubs
a dub in my pocket, only hundreds and fifties on me
the f-ck? ayy (passenger side, tryna, ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
ayy, do anybody know where my socks went?
ooh, playin’ with her titties wile she drivin’
i just f-cked the dog sh-t out an opp sis, ayy
then it’s right back to the dough like a locksmith, ayy
fingers crossed when i told the b-tch i promise
ayy, get money, f-ck hoes, drop sh-t
f-cked her good, she woke up, bought me a chopstick
pull up, chop sh-t like a bail bondsman

[verse 1]
opp b-tch like, “ooh, this some good d-ck”
sold her ass a dream, goofy ho, you ain’t my new b-tch
fear factor, i just fed the b-tch some bullsh-t
told her what she wanna hear, you know, some smooth sh-t
ain’t no lackin’, we back packin’ like a school kid
they gon’ chalk ’em when i shoot ’em like a poolstick
catch a computer thug out like, “n-gga, who a b-tch?”
see my ex and whip a roll out like ludacris
lil’ b-tch whipped up on my horse like the kk
might post a b-tch on craigslist, shout out day-day
these phones that i punched was free, shout out aj
get to wiggin’ on a b-tch like shenehneh
get to trippin’ on this b-tch like a vacay
n-ggas sneak dissin’, like the globe, better state names
one call, he gettin’ dropped like he ain’t got no service
see you clowns and we catchin’ bodies, it’s not no circus

[verse 2]
sweat no b-tch, huh, on to the next
she keep braggin’ ’bout her p-ssy, huh, what about the neck?
ayy, she used to hate me ’til i started f-ckin’ up the set
they used to love me ’til i started runnin’ up a check
i can’t wait ’til the day i get some sloppy on a jet
i can’t wait ’til the day i up the chopper when you lack
i’ll draw the ratchet like i’m tryna make a sketch
you know i’ma shake somethin’ like i’m tryna make a bet
caught him lackin’ with no stick, so i smacked him like a b-tch
should’ve whacked you in your sh-t, but i slapped you on your wrist
have your family in they feelings in the captions on they pics
i ain’t actin’, i got scripts, so much cap, you need to pick
devil knockin’ at my door, man, who done let this n-gga in?
bro just wiped a n-gga nose, got his family and them sick
this is not the taken movie, but i sn-tched a n-gga’s b-tch
all these bills in my jeans, michael jackson with the kid

[outro]
no, i don’t want no dubs
a dub in my pocket, only hundreds and fifties on me
hanging out the passenger side with the black four-five
trying to catch a body
let me hear that

- cash kidd

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