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letra de out the way - cash kidd

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[intro]
aye

[verse]
was finna hang that sh-t up? well n-gga, start scamming
card cracking at the red rock, counting cards gambling
your b-tch got some fire mouth, call her charmander
i got her heart in my hands like damar hamlin
yeah i got your b-tch whipped like a car jacker
doggy in the hood f-cked up, hit the car hazards
marc having his way, i’m sure you knew that though
he bragging about his b-tch, i’m scared to tell him that i knew that hoe
um, my skinny b-tch got bbw neck
you would’ve thought my bbw suck me the best
trust me, they gon’ stay sleep on you, ’til you run up a check
sauce gardner, i was on the corner, now we on them jets
walking in the oops hood, i ain’t worried about nothin’
thеy ain’t on sh-t, finna go f-ck one of they cousins
give mе like 30 minutes tops, know we don’t supposed to question you but why i beef with dirty n-ggas god
i was so f-cking poor and annoying like bianca
suck it all night, cause i got court in the morning
you know, just in case, they try to slam me for this pistol case
at least i elect to let some kids go play inside your b-tch today
he went to court, spilled more beans than a chili place
nickel on me like a piggy bank, ain’t no n-gga safe
i get p-ssed and catch a net like the nba
everywhere i go, my music bump like b2k
pockets look like they stuffed with encyclopedias
he on facebook hating on me, i’m not gonna see it
i been getting chicken off of rapping, it’s not no pita
just got a big invoice, i feel like madea
mouth glisten, top missing while i’m top getting
hope the opp don’t think i’m a clown, cause i ride with it
am i tripping or did i wake up with one sock missing
plug mailed some bows to my address like prom pictures
i’m not tripping about sh-t as long as don with me
chains around my neck like a slave, that’s why i’m picky
i said “head start”, b-tch speared me, but i’m not brittney
50 on me, in the store stealing rice krispies
hop out the long sleeve, suited like a cabaret
court side with a cuban, like i’m at a dallas game
i’m waiting for a bag of sticks at baggage claim
4-5 on me like patty cake
in the air with them .45s like patty cake
ho, when the pastor pray, you think of me
i’m in cali with a throat demon, g-o-d
got her tongue wrapped under the tip like b.o.b
still sipping, feel like bill withers, now lean on me
n-gga, why the f-ck you cropped the pic, let me see your feet
bum n-gga mad he picked a runner to be your peace
bebe kidd, rich as h-ll, tryna buy ebt
n-gga, yeah, aye, keep it going, aye, yeah

rich as h-ll, tryna buy somebody food stamps
boy you broke as f-ck, somewhere arguing with a hood rat
bad b-tches push up on the kidd like this boot camp
know i need the top off rip like fruit snacks
when i say i blew chips, it ain’t cool ranch
how ironic, i be out the way, pockets too fat, n-gga

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