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amtr - cash kidd lyrics

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[intro]
(d*mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)

[verse 1: cash kidd]
‘bows everywhere like i ain’t got no table manners
mariah carey, we ride with the baby cannons
in the field, sticks around like a praying mantis
i’ll put a bullet in your coat, call me peyton manning
soon as you touch down in another city
you be lookin’ for the hoes, we be lookin’ for the hammers
been got the bag and broke bread with the team
but the only difference is i ain’t put that sh*t on camera
heard he died clout chasin’, lookin’ for some laughtеr
all these ‘scripts on me, got mе feelin’ like a pastor
doggy sh*t on me, i’ll pay for ’em to whack you
my young dog so geeked, call that n*gga braxton
she a gnat*gnat, automatically i’m passin’
in a black ‘cat like i’m playin’ for the panthers
see me racin’ through the hood like little rascals
now they jumpin’ in the picture, mario at the castle

[chorus: cash kidd]
thousand*dollar shoes
bad b*tches everywhere, it’s hard for me to choose
gotta keep it glued
got my hands in everything, it’s hard for me to lose
just made another 50k and i ain’t even move
i ain’t even satisfied unless he make the news
n*gga mad his b*tch on me, i ain’t make her choose
now you gotta die about her, i ain’t make the rules
[verse 2: cash kidd]
how you supposed to be my peace when you b*tchin’ every day?
knowin’ d*mn well i’m out here with the biscuit every day
life on the line, gotta risk it every day
just to see you livin’ straight, but you trippin’ every day
lil’ m*rs*an gettin’ bigger every day
gotta get it every way, every week i’m switchin’ states
all you n*ggas dyin’, i’ma see you any day
put your face to the pole like somebody ran a ways
dog sh*t on me, that’s why dog b*tch on me
my dog switched on me, now his dog rich on me
i ain’t in the mood, let the diamonds talk sh*t for me
throw the dior on like my armpit musty
got a hundred shooters, all them threats, come and prove it
f*ck a money counter, it feel better thumbin’ through it
old ho d*ck suckin’ ’cause they see me runnin’ to it
x’s on me like family fued when you say somethin’ stupid

[chorus: cash kidd]
thousand*dollar shoes
bad b*tches everywhere, it’s hard for me to choose
gotta keep it glued
got my hands in everything, it’s hard for me to lose
just made another 50k and i ain’t even move
i ain’t even satisfied unless he make the news
n*gga mad his b*tch on me, i ain’t make her choose
now you gotta die about her, i ain’t make the rules
[verse 3: tis rico]
we is not the same, my baby, i breathe different
told your lil’ b*tch, “come swallow this three*liter”
got the head, then bust, it only took me like three minutes
got the burner in this b*tch like i turned up the heat meter
if i ain’t in the hood, probably posted on big beaver
with them boys that be choppin’ sh*t down like meat cleavers
n*ggas runnin’ off with the swag, gotta pay me for it
fell asleep off of that bottle like a baby snorin’
you would get bust for that cash money like baby twan
over the stove, my young bull, he whippin’ a baby tortoise
i just lied to this lil’ b*tch, i got her so geeked
can’t tell these hoes everything, they worse than the police
get the head, then it’s a wrap like it’s a slow beat
a g*nius, i just play it by ear like an artiste
lil’ weak b*tch swear that she a barbie
when it’s beef on the road, wanna start with like a car key, n*gga

[chorus: cash kidd]
thousand*dollar shoes
bad b*tches everywhere, it’s hard for me to choose
gotta keep it glued
got my hands in everything, it’s hard for me to lose
just made another 50k and i ain’t even move
i ain’t even satisfied unless he make the news
n*gga mad his b*tch on me, i ain’t make her choose
now you gotta die about her, i ain’t make the rules

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