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letra de bill co$by - cash ky

i woke up wit 2 b-tches, crazy thing is i ain’t want sh-t to do wit em (nope) i told dat hoe, b-tcha gotta let my dog out ( go let kobe out )
pull up wit the fire truck smoking know we let the fog out
i tell the b-tch it’s now or never, hit stockx and you know that i grabbed the supreme sweater. you n-ggas barnacles, told ha toot that ass up you know i bikini bottom ha. real slime innat p-ssy i might rock bottom ha ( do you smeeeeell ) why? cause i got my dollars up. i do what i want, and you n-ggas followers. don’t hand cuff no b-tch i won’t horse collar her. ( i promise ) dont play mason rudolph and get hit wit the helmet ina head, rushing like myles garrett i beat the tackle for the bread. she wanna gimmie dat p-ssy i said sorry just head. left that b-tch looking sorry sitting at the foot of the bed. ( ha ) cause i said no, went straight to the jeep put that dope in my nose. that’s just a french inhale b-tch i ain’t talkin bout no blow, purp in the blunt b-tch i ain’t smoking no dro. she wanna kick it and sh-t like she mason crosby, b-tch these skin tight jeans cause i ain’t bill co$by. you know how i’m coming sh-t you know how i’m coming. roll a russian cream then i roll a dark stout b-tch that’s a double double. b-tch my young boys in town then sh-t you know it’s trouble, and we smoke out a pound so you know it’s a double. f-ck it i ain’t trynna eat no ihop, b-tch when i’m in town you can put that lobster out. f-ck it i came in wit the pack out x2 pack in pack out sh-t that’s a touchdown ran a f-cking post route tricked that n-gga outta town. came back wit the homies then i count it up, tell that n-gga bring the beat then we count it up…. ( flame up it’s the into, p-ssy hoe flame up it’s the intro x4)

- cash ky

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