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chiraq freestyle - cash kidd lyrics

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[phone rings]

[intro}
yeah. cashkidd
aye, these n-ggas funny as h-ll man
somebody better warn these n-ggas
let’s get it

[verse: cashkidd]
i know a couple n-ggas that’s downn to ride
for a h0m-cide when it’s drama time
i’ll c-ck the 9, give mel the chopper, and say “load this”, flower bomb
if i doubt they lying, for them dollar signs, they’ll shock a n-gga, like a power line
i chase no ho, i wouldn’t sweat a b-tch if it was hot outside
why would i-

[beat stops]
whoa, whoa, whoa. ayo man bring that sh-t back

[beat starts over]
yeah. cashkidd
ha. these n-ggas funny man
somebody better warn these n-ggas
let’s get it grandson

[verse: cashkidd]
i know a couple n-ggas that’s downn to ride
for a h0m-cide when it’s drama time
i’ll c-ck the 9, give mel the chopper, and say “load this”, flower bomb
if i doubt they lying, for them dollar signs, they’ll shock a n-gga, like a power line
i chase no ho, i wouldn’t sweat a b-tch if it was hot outside
why would i lie?
cashkidd, i’m a young n-gga that all these older n-ggas gotta ‘lize
40 on me, we stay together like bonnie-clyde, tryna plow you down
m-block, i throw them m’s up like a mcdonald’s sign
i’m so eastside and if you talking tough, on this side you gone get ate, that’s a octagon
all my n-gga’s down to ride, you couldn’t stop my shine with a lot of blinds
i’m from the 6, i keep the heat, i got shooters ’round me but i’m not lebron
n-ggas hate me, cause i make cheese like papa john’s
let me catch a n-gga sneak dissing me inside his rhymes, somebody dying, come try me now
any n-gga tryna disrespect or send a threat to me in his raps
i ain’t dissing back, i’ma just find out where he living at and get him whacked
these n-ggas tripping like they missed a step
when i f-ck your b-tch you can get her back
you ain’t the only one with a burner, i got that thing too, cat in the hat
free tone, rp, and jeff
i’m with my dogs like dmx
i hit the strip club and i leave a mess, sh-t i p-ssed out paper like a teacher’s pet
you see my neck? i’m getting green like shrek
oh, that’s your b-tch? do she know that?
cause i’ma find her spot like a gps, then p-ss that b-tch like an easy test
i’m good b-tch, we eating, don’t n0body starve, we kinda hard
got a team full of loyal n-ggas, and they all shooters so why the f-ck i need a bodyguard
these b-tches thirsty, they need water
i get ’em wetter than seahorses
if her head good, i’m recording, she blew me, like jay-z daughter
n-gga, f-ck your mama, i’ll f-ck your mama
get my mama to come bust your mama
my side b-tch look like pocahontas
got a couple thousand, n-gga f-ck a wallet
what up my n-gga rue, what’s good rell you my n-gga too
i’m so cold, i need chicken soup, when i’m in the booth i might get the flu
when i’m in the coupe i dismiss the roof
scope on the gun like n-gga peek-a-boo
that b-tch louder than mystikal and they’ll shock your -ss like pikachu
i don’t f-ck with these hoes for hours i give ’em five minutes i got sh-t to do
bust a nut and be like “sh-t, b-tch what you finna do”
b-tch text me like “i want you mark but you got the hoes and i’ve had enough”
i text back like “b-tch you is one of my hoes now shut your mad -ss up”
i’ll blow a n-gga, leave him stanking like a loud fart
my n-ggas on 8 mile and john r, will light your top up, like a cop car
i’m in the crib and my house dark
she got good brain so her mouth smart
call me cashkidd or m-block mark
i stay in the hood like kenny off south park
what up red-lime, them n-ggas spam
hoes say they love me, i don’t give d-mn
i’ll f-ck a b-tch then go hit her friend, two times if i like it, instagram
i got plenty fans, i’m a cool n-gga
but don’t call me bro if i ain’t cool with you
if i point at you and tell cool spray you, he putting six holes in you like a pool table
shout out my dude gabel, j w-lly what the f-ck is up?
all my b-tches fly, blossom, bubbles, and b-ttercup
we can shoot it out or we can knuckle up
i’ll fold your top like a b-tton up
drinking out the bottle n-gga f-ck a cup, after i bust my nut i’m busting up
i’m from the eastside, we ain’t keeping calm
n-ggas think i can’t read in between the lines
i’ll sneak through his blinds like a peeping tom and put the heat to his mind, now he sleep with god
n-gga!

[outro]
yeah. cashkidd
p-ssy
free tone, rp, jeff
haan!!!

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