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letra de impeached - cash kidd

[intro]
yeah
(jay got the plug)
and i be sittin’ down while i record, you feel me?
high as h-ll
ayy, f-cked a lil’ b-tch, she shy as h-ll
b-tch give me neck, might as well
ayy, huh
ayy, huh

[chorus]
gettin’ head while i smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
opp b-tch only find me attractive ’cause i’m me
lil’ broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some d
’cause they know i’m comin’ up like michael jackson when he lean
jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin’ for a feature
it’s gon’ cost a pretty penny, i don’t rap like this for free
rats callin’ rats rats, please practice what you preach
he keep flexin’ with that presi’, up the pole, get him impeached

[verse]
b-tch, pull your panties up, i want the neck, we not f-ckin’
look, my way or the highway, i’m not fussin’
my ex-b-tch want us to work, told her go job huntin’
b-tch, what we talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout stuffin’?
b-tch, what we talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout punchin’?
all this fake love in the air got me glock clutchin’
yeah, you cute with a pretty face, but i’m cuffin’
you sound cute on that lil’ tape, but n-gga drop somethin’
ayy, i only f-cked that b-tch ’cause she remind me of my other ho
d-mn, i miss her, but a lame put his cuffing on
can you please let me see our b-tch? i wanna f-ck her throat
put it all on film, count an onion roll, huh
see the ice, what you got, like a hundred on?
oh, that’s nice, up the pipe, catch a hundred more
all that swiping in your songs, you ain’t really punchin’, though
all your sh-t bouncin’ back, get your flubber on
make a b-tch talk to the hand, get my puppet on
change my number every season, you were just my summer ho
you ain’t bringin’ nothin’ to the table, baby, run along
d-mn, you hating on me too, n-gga? the f-ck going on?
up banana clip out the window like i’m donkey kong
banana clip, catch you slipping in traffic, yeah
stretch a n-gga like i’m mr. fantastic, ayy
grown as h-ll, p-ssy stank, need her ass kicked
couldn’t send no money, i was f-cked up myself
i’ll ho a bougie b-tch ’cause i’m stuck-up myself
think i’m lackin’, but i’m packin’, i ain’t gotta call for help
like we lapped up in the car, yoshi got bodies on his belt
opp b-tch know i got the hoes, but all them b-tches in they place
cookie ‘bows louder than a cricket when it’s late
no, i’m not shoplifting, but the b-tch get off my waist
catch a body like fans do outfielders on the gate
crib sittin’ on a lake, b-tch sittin’ on my face
when she try to argue with me, i just hit her with the k
n-gga tried to argue with me, so i hit him with the k
think somebody wearin’ bugs, they caught my n-gga in a raid
free monty, free hitman, all my n-ggas on the way
ain’t a dance contest, why your sh-t ticking in the face?
feel like the franchize boyz, the lean rock my dawg to sleep
thirty hangin’ off the road like the one tire on the jeep

[chorus]
gettin’ head while i smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
opp b-tch only find me attractive ’cause i’m me
lil’ broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some d
’cause they know i’m comin’ up like michael jackson when he lean
jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin’ for a feature
it’s gon’ cost a pretty penny, i don’t rap like this for free
rats callin’ rats rats, please practice what you preach
he keep flexin’ with that presi’, up the pole, get him impeached

[outro]
b-tch, pull your panties up
ayy, b-tch, pull your panties up
ayy, you can’t get no d-ck, you been actin’ up all week
when your n-gga at the crib trippin’, b-tch, call me
when your n-gga don’t want his d-ck sucked, call me
when your n-gga, haha, ayy

- cash kidd

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