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what if i smacked you? - cash kidd & fmb dz lyrics

[intro: cash kidd]
(17)
n*gga think because he got— i’m finna play
woo, woo, haha, okay
i don’t get tired of hoein’ n*ggas, in case y’all was wonderin’
ayy, pst, yeah (12)
what you gon’ do if i smack you? probably nothin’, huh, ayy
“d*mn, d*mn, kidd, what, what you do that for? i f*ck with you”
haha, ayy

[chorus: cash kidd]
what you gon’ do if i smack you? probably nothin’
n*gga soft as h*ll, can’t wait to catch him out in public
n*gga sent my b*tch roses by the dozen
bought her eight of boys random, these strawberries bustin’, n*gga, ayy, huh, ooh
he said, “kidd, that’s my girl,” boy, you david ruffin? pst, huh, yeah, ayy
red bottoms, feet bleedin’ like i’m harriet tubman

[verse 1: cash kidd]
ayy, i don’t want that neck if it don’t put me to sleep
she’ll never see my face again, she usin’ her t**th
huh, on the block like yao ming, they look up to me
yeah, pass interference, b*tch, i’m pushin’ thе p
huh, vacay with my b*tch, we burned like twеnty a piece
roof gone, i need a ‘vette, you a rookie to me
yp on all boards, sh*t, he lookin’ for beef
i don’t ‘member the last time i had to put in the key, n*gga
actually, i’ll take that back, the mansion
diamonds dancin’ in the rain, feel like cashes
baby, what you rate your neck? just askin’
i’m tryna test it out while i’m drivin’ up grasses
if i snap my fingers, she gon’ start right here and backflip
in the club with the two*five, i feel like matt cripp
crip mack, two*five on me like a stickback
boy, you better get a fly swatter ’cause i bend that
[chorus: cash kidd]
what you gon’ do if i smack you? probably nothin’
n*gga soft as h*ll, can’t wait to catch him out in public
n*gga sent my b*tch roses by the dozen
bought her eight of boys random, these strawberries bustin’, n*gga, ayy, huh, ooh
he said, “kidd, that’s my girl,” boy, you david ruffin? pst, huh, yeah, ayy
red bottoms, feet bleedin’ like i’m harriet tubman

[verse 2: fmb dz]
spendin’ all your problems in malls, n0body ain’t taught you nothin’
you uppin dog sh*t, but i’m confused, you ain’t bought you nothin’ you gotta do your homework on my chain ’cause i hit different
you broke as h*ll, livin’ off the b*tch, that is not pimpin’
that is not motion, we pull up and leave the block smokin’
laughin’ every time we catch a n*gga ’cause i’m bipolar
see the opps in the vip and send some shots over
yeah, you can tell that she blowin’ me from the watch on her

- cash kidd fmb dz lyrics

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