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letra de let me see yo bitch - cash kidd

[intro: cash kidd]
(i’m cured)
ayy, we gon’ see
ayy

[chorus: cash kidd]
i been gettin’ rich
if you gettin’ money, n-gga, let me see your wrist, ayy
yeah, let me see your kit
say you gettin’ money, n-gga, let me see your b-tch
boy, you ain’t on sh-t
n-gga, you’s a tranny, ’cause your mama raised a b-tch, yeah
better grind, take a risk
she don’t want no n-gga who ain’t ridin’ with no bl!ck
[verse 1: cash kidd]
she don’t want no n-gga who ain’t strapped up with no pole
how you gon’ protect her when we catch you with the ho?
they can’t take me nowhere, b-tch, i’m scammin’ ’round the globe
hair trigger, leave a n-gga dandruff on the floor
b-tch, your p-ssy trash, couldn’t sell it on a boat
when i lose a b-tch, i upgrade better than before
big drum for the drac’ like a band for ovo
put more bums in they place than a shelter for the poor
tryna act unbothered, but she stressin’ ’bout the kid
black prada boots, i feel like dexter with the drip
yeah, i’m from the east, but it’s a wesson on my hip
i ain’t wanna f-ck her, got her beggin’ for the tip
like she homeless
yeah, he got chicken, but he soft, that boy boneless
big-ass ‘woods burnin’ up like the jonas
you hang around pallbearers like otis
it’s hard to stay low-key with all this motion

[chorus: cash kidd]
yeah, i been gettin’ rich
if you gettin’ money, n-gga, let me see your wrist, ayy
yeah, let me see your kit
say you gettin’ money, n-gga, let me see your b-tch
boy, you ain’t on sh-t
n-gga, you’s a tranny, ’cause your mama raised a b-tch, yeah
better grind, take a risk
she don’t want no n-gga who ain’t ridin’ with no bl!ck
[verse 2: db.boutabag]
she don’t want no n-gga who can’t ride foreign whips
she ain’t never seen a n-gga drop blues on his wrist
i’m the real boutabag, get the chips and i dip
n-ggas must be frenchies, all bark like a b-tch
smoke real sticky, ashes fallin’ on my drip
thirteen hundred for this jacket, ’bout a thousand for the kicks
down payment on this whip, twenty-eight on this wrist
got my ex-b-tch mad, new b-tches on my d-ck, watch me get pape’
told her drop that bag off, she said, “which day?”
claimin’ she a vegan, but she lovin’ how this d-ck taste
i ain’t finna drip on a date, i’m a cheapskate
forgiato rollers on these whips, ain’t no cheap skates
i ain’t boutabag, b-tch, you high off freebase
i’m that n-gga, big body slidin’ on the freeway
am i boutabag or ’bout my bread like a cheesesteak?
am i boutabag or ’bout my bread like a cheesesteak?

- cash kidd

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