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beg to differ - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
free 5674

[verse 1]
took a picture with a fan during a scam transaction (godd*mn)
b*tch, we all froze like our last name jackson (everybody froze)
we all froze, but ain’t no godd*mn lackin’ (uh)
feel like patrick beverley, all this godd*mn hackin’ (all this godd*mn schemin’)
got a whole new roster, had to stop backtrackin’ (f*ck ’em)
pocket rocket like i’m ’bout to drop back passing (baow, baow)
my snow bunny said, “dude, your c*ck’s fantastic” (godd*mn)
let the heavy metal blast like a rock band practice (brr)
see you bought a new body, you should’ve bought a new v*g*n* (hahaha)
i done take the sloppy, you can keep your cootermama (i’m good)
all these wannabes, it’s so many new imposters
but it’s only i like that b*tch on futurama (only one me)
my hoodrat accept a play for a new impala (fast)
i ain’t gotta breathe through a tube, scuba diver (d*mn)
i just back*doored a n*gga like an uber rider
said she love me, told her put me on her will, student driver (haha)

[chorus]
i cannot complain, went from rags to riches (i can’t even complain)
b*tches know i’m strict, ain’t no chance to give her (b*tches already know)
empty out the clip, make him crash the sprinter (baow, baow)
they say money can’t buy happiness, i beg to differ (b*tch, i beg to differ)
since i got a check, ain’t been mad or bitter (ain’t been mad or bitter)
can’t get me upset since the bag got bigger (i can’t even complain)
b*tch, we got more arms than a caterpillar (thirty straps)
thirty got one in the head, call it reggie miller (baow, brr)
[verse 2]
even the ‘burbs, ride around with big straps
you would think he motor*boatin’, on his head is big racks (big racks)
salsa eat with me, n*gga, don’t get b*tch*smacked (ayy, salsa)
like a b*tch with a bbl, we won’t get back (ayy)
forgot her name, but her forehead on my six pack (ooh)
call him santa claus when he rap, got big cap (big cap)
i can’t pass the ‘wood, might not get this b*tch back
b*tch, stop corner*eyein’ while i’m smokin’ ‘fore i get mad (f*ck?)
i’m feelin’ generous today, i’m givin’ d*ck for free (hmm)
wood in her mouth like she pickin’ in her t**th (b*tch)
big backends, got me feelin’ like a bee (ayy, big backends)
i just made a hundred thousand, i was chillin’ on a beach
you can have this b*tch back, i’m just givin’ her somethin’ to eat, huh (bop)
mouth full of d*ck, ain’t tryna listen to you speak (haha)
yeah, still gettin’ to it while i’m sleep
in the club, dancin’ with the ratchet, beauty and the beast, ayy

- cash kidd lyrics

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