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letra de kleptomaniac - cash kidd

[intro]
(cloudy beatz)
ayy

[chorus]
they must not want me dead for real ’cause what y’all aimin’ at?
put d-ck in her ribs, now you can’t have your baby back
i think i was born to hit her, they think i was made to rap
everywhere i go, i keep that steel, kleptomaniac
slide down, scratch ’em off the list, they think santa back
runnin’ lights with dead people on me, i’m an ambulance
lil’ thick b-tch badder than my granny bad
boy, let’s see if you that tough when i unzip this f-nny pack

[verse]
rat-ass b-tch, i heard sh-t, think i’ma take her back
now she see her life incomplete, b-tch, you ain’t the catch
just bet a dub on the bucks, i heard brady back
they slept on me, i was rich whеn they woke from that nap
the choppеr talk that boy to death, it got dragon breath
they paralyzed me for forever when they stabbed my back
had a nine-to-five, was tryna feed the fam off that
i ain’t never thought about myself when i cashed my checks
i was tryna get some rest, teacher tapped my desk
man, i was up all night, tryna pass that test
sh-t, the life quiz
mind racing, tryna connect all the dots in
i might never find another friend like mizz
that’s who i need here with me
uh, yeah, when they k!lled lee, sh-t k!lled me
i wish i was still sayin’, “free lee”
she just want a n-gga with some vvs
ayy, n-ggas forcin’ it, tryna be me
boy, you ain’t got no check, like three feet
tryna get to them pros like the d league
huh, ‘member tryna get it right with cece
ran across her page, made me so proud
i wish i could show my love, just don’t know how
we was sleepin’ on the twin at my old house
now i’m sleepin’ with them twins, i trust n0body
i got money and fame, it got so grimy
ventin’ on recorded calls, tellin’ tone ’bout it
at the top, it get lonely, i know ’bout it
f-ck these n-ggas, i got b-tches that’s more solid
man, this sh-t wouldn’t even fit, can’t do no wallet
‘less we talkin’ bitcoin, got like four probably
gave her shots from the back, harlem globetrotters
jugg a thot for the neck, sorry, no condom
i was just a bébé kid, tryna get breakfast
i done seen roaches floatin’ in my milk after
stealin’ from the government, kwame kilpatrick
whole team found out, we some real hackers
i was down to check my account, i feel better
in the car, keep the pipe, yeah, i’m still at it
i be misunderstood ’cause i’m a lil’ damaged
yeah, ayy, if ain’t n0body understand, i thought you would
you would be surprised who don’t believe you could
maybe they just hatin’ on me ’cause i’m too good
in a million-dollar house, tryna learn some new juggs
i just seen my old b-tch out, almost threw up
i just let the whole clip out, slid in a new one
[chorus]
they must not want me dead for real ’cause what y’all aimin’ at?
put d-ck in her ribs, now you can’t have your baby back
i think i was born to hit her, they think i was made to rap
everywhere i go, i keep that steel, kleptomaniac
slide down, scratch ’em off the list, they think santa back
runnin’ lights with dead people on me, i’m an ambulance
lil’ thick b-tch badder than my granny bad
boy, let’s see if you that tough when i unzip this f-nny pack

[outro]
ayy, i got fifty thousand on me, stealin’ snacks out the family pack

- cash kidd

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