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couple bitches - ca$hley lyrics

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[hook: ca$hley]

i got a couple b-tches, got the work so come and get it
i got a couple b-tches, styrofoam is what we sippin’
i got a couple b-tches, and i’ll treat them like a mistress
i got a couple b-tches, that p-ssy my only mission
i got a couple b-tches, these b-tches i got a couple
i got a couple b-tches, these b-tches i got a couple
i got a couple b-tches, i f-ck them i never love them
i got a couple b-tches, i f-ck them i never love them

[verse 1: ca$hley]

b-tch i know you smell me when i walk up in the buildin’
got a half a ki of work and we whipping up them chickens
bad b-tch mini skirt, chilling in the kitchen
with her high heels on selling dope to the privileged

can’t chase my dreams cause they’re the life that i’m livin’
so pour another cup of the shpilka that i’m sippin’
and naw i ain’t drunk but i’m trynna get belligerent
and if we masked up, you can’t say we did it

we did it
we did it

a quarter pint i sipped it
got me seeing triple man i think i might be trippin’
my shooters stay strapped, my snipers always hidden
they’ll take you off the face of the world like a blemish

no gimmicks
no scrimmage
i buy it, you rent it
my windows stay tinted
bad b-tches, they in it
my rellos they splittin’
these pills got me drippin’
my p-ssy you want it
but you won’t get it

[hook]

[verse 2: ca$hley]

stacking up the cake like i’m working for a bakery
your man be on my line saying please come on a date with me
cruising to the plug trynna re-up on some groceries
any day your last so i always got my rosary

been about my money
counting out them hundreds
p-ssy sweet as honey
instahitz we run it

riding in the cadi with my hoes turnt in the back seat
got a quarter ounce of wax and we finna get to dabbing

high wasted shorts and a couple bouncing -sses
always paying cash even though i got the plastic

your b-tches, are tragic
my b-tches, work magic
you want it, i have it
catch me cadillacin’

just waking up and i’m f-cking your b-tch
look how i live i mean just look at my crib
money it stacks like a pile of bricks
l!cking my p-ssy you just making it drip

[hook]

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