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letra de shh, hush mode - cash kidd

[intro]
(i like that, anton)
tuh, huh, ayy

[verse]
p-ssy, get your stats up, tryna beef with kidd
hitman finally home, they done freed my twin
so many people tryna take credit for me bein’ rich?
n-ggas ain’t do sh-t but hold me back, get off my d-ck
ran it up, lowkey, grind up by my lonely
took a bubble bath with four freaks, boy, i’m soapy
get it? n-gga, so p?
ayy, b-tch, ayy, yeah
ran to an opp, pootie tang, i took my belt off
serial k!ller, now bro in prison eatin’ kelloggs
rich off pain, that broke my heart, i wrote a tell-all
ironic hoes on my head ’cause i’m well off
iconic, you think you can hold me back? h-ll nah
bebe kid, head hard, like i got some sprace in it
they told me i couldn’t do this sh-t, so i went and did it
your broke ass ridin’ with no dough like a witch, n-gga
and that n-gga lyin’, keep his cap on like chris griffin
i feel like rapunzel on the balcony with extensions
lil’ n-gga, trust me, we is not the same, i’m big pimpin’
got three cellphones, two of ’em for thick b-tches only
my shadow follow rich n-ggas only
your shadow follow wimpy-ass simps with no money
n-ggas dorked out, my neck got more pointers than a courthouse
yes, i whacked your brother, p-ssy, that’s straight out the horse mouth
same n-ggas tryna sh-t on me mad and poor now
tables turnin’, b-tches finna hop on d, fourth down
third mansion, turned the first one to the wh0re house
conquer her from the side like the hat on a girl scout
i run up them m’s by not givin’ a f-ck
boy, i left my mark, i feel like jigglypuff
they waitin’ on my stop like they gettin’ on the bus
he on the b-tch reminiscin’, bro, your ass forrest gump
shh, hush mode, now she on my d-ck, get the f-ck on
i’m just tryna find the pieces off my heart they stomped on
thirty-five hundred just for one coat
four-five on me like jumprope, yeah
did my thing in it, now she keep textin’ me love quotes
say her n-gga f-ck with me, i’m glad i give bums hope
my cousin hatin’ ’cause he got no weed and woke up broke
paranoid, tryna dodge the hook like [?]
yeah, i’ve been tryna dodge indictments my whole career
attractin’ all the leeches ’cause my soul is pure
when you come through for me, n-gga?
[outro]
(i like that, anton)

- cash kidd

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