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letra de on the radar freestyle - cash kidd

[intro]
(can we have a check, please?)
uh-huh
ayy
huh

[verse]
am i wrong for f-ckin’ a broke n-gga b-tch?
let her take the eggplant, she tryna grocery shop
f-ckin’ on a lady cop that patrol the block
f-cked the happy home up, i feel like goldilocks
he ain’t even have to run his mouth, the n-gga chose to die
i’m on instagram showboatin’ like i sold a yacht
fire and water on me like i catch pokémon
i put ice all in the purple like a swolen eye
lil’-ass n-gga, get your stats up
cap, like i do it big like sam’s club
armies rollin’ up one, givin’ mе a back rub
i’m known for keepin’ hoes on the floor, i’m like a bathtub
n-gga, ayy, i’ll smack hugs
put you in thе middle of this fn, help you spell “fun”
n-gga, ayy, huh, tuh
ayy, shoutout my n-gga swan, that’s my grandson
yeah, ayy, your whole crew some lames
silencer on the smacker, call that pooty tang
i’m scammin’, gettin’ jacks off, watch me do my thing, huh
lil’ n-gga blew his pape’ like he used erase
yeah, like he used eraser, n-gga blew his paper
big-ass crib gated up with a few old neighbors
your b-tch keep beggin’ for the tip like a cool-ass waiter
everybody on my f-ckin’ d-ck, need a few more haters
b-tch ass, get him cooked real fast
bought your b-tch a mayflower since she asked for implants
my jeweler treated my wrist like an intro six flags
my t-shirt cost nineteen hundred like big sad
okay, cash, we get it, stop flexin’ your rich ass
n-gga chain fake, go to the vet’, that kit sad
they confusin’ first class when i say, “let me get past”
feel like the giant slide ’cause i’m in my big bag
these n-ggas hit vlad and gossip for quick laughs
quick bills ’til it hit the wrong eye, then shift bad
you dirty, angry boy, you need some p-ssy real fast
i don’t feel bad for scammin’ the people that prank cash
i don’t feel bad for slimin’ a sl!ck ass
i don’t feel bad for hoein’ you, sh-t sad
i don’t feel bad for dumpin’ her weird ass
i don’t feel bad for f-ckin’ your lil’ b-tch, her thick ass
louis sweater, i’m drippin’ like gym class
doctor miami, i woke up with big racks
big blues, i’m feelin’ like crip mac
n-ggas poor with they hand out like they get tic tacs

- cash kidd

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