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2 hand touch - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, jaygottheplug)
(suburban dude)
my n*gga jay
do got the plug, though

[chorus]
yeah, i slide with the k!llers and scam with the geeks
flew your b*tch to miami, had s*x on the beach
spent ten on a ’fit, but it’s actually free
on stage with big b’s like sesame street
i got tired of bein’ broke, that never was me
she think i’m pressed, i cut her off, it’s never that deep
b*tch p*ssy blew out, eleven to three
my dawg known for leavin’ sh*t, i guess he a tree
i can teach a b*tch the game, just bump into me
call me craig, got her in the store punchin’ the pink
got the neck from your b*tch, i’m stuck to the seat
b*tch, mind your business, don’t get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[verse]
skrrt, gotta chase this b*tch
when they hit they lights, sh*t, i thought they was tryna race and sh*t
when i say them poles on us, we ain’t takin’ pics
see the red light, i still go like icejjfish
they said thou shalt not steal, let me pray right quick
doin’ fraud, slidin’ everywhere like my brakes ain’t fixed
catch a body, take a trip like tay*k did
lil’ n*gga ridin’ big wheels, i’m a bebe kidd (you see me)
from the block to the yacht, b*tch, we up now (b*tch, we up)
made your b*tch drive the boat like spongebob (ayy)
hit one time, switcharoo, let g f*ck now (g*money)
teletubbies, i be in the field to make my son smile
keep the money that you owe me, i want blood now
you was just in here rollin’, you a thug now?
ass fat, stomach flat, i like ’em fun*sized
picked her up and f*cked her like melvin while y’all son cried
[chorus]
the mag on the seat
flew your b*tch to miami, had s*x on the beach (all night)
spent ten on a ‘fit, but it’s actually free (slide)
on stage with big b’s like sesame street
i got tired of bein’ broke, that never was me (that ain’t me)
she think i’m pressed, i cut her off, it’s never that deep (f*ck on, b*tch)
b*tch p*ssy blew out, eleven to three
my dawg known for leavin’ sh*t, i guess he a tree (baow)
i can teach a b*tch the game, just bump into me (bump into me)
call me craig, got her in the store punchin’ the pink (craig)
just got the neck from your b*tch, i’m stuck to the seat (glue)
b*tch, mind your business, don’t get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[outro]
yeah, n*ggas look up to me
n*ggas tellin’ my whole life
in his words, n*ggas k!llin’ me softly
these n*ggas k!llin’ me (n*ggas lame)
naw, how these n*ggas dissin’ and they f*ckin’ fans? (fans)
catch him lackin’ while it’s dark and i’ma up the can’
put the spotlight on him, jasmine sullivan (i see you)
n*gga, you ain’t goin’ nowhere like the running man, hey (come here)
pass the b*tch to my man so i can f*ck her friend
you can’t hang around the gang ‘less we jump you in
b*tch, oops, i mean f*ck you in
n*gga, ayy, b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin’? n*gga
ayy, i don’t need no f*ckin’ pen
ayy
ayy, b*tch
no pen, no pad like two*hand touch
n*gga run up on me, i’ma get his mans touched

- cash kidd lyrics

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