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frank - cash kidd lyrics

[verse 1: cash kidd]
facing all my [?] i can’t focus
big dawg, this b*tch bark louder than [?]
c*ck it back and shoot, the handle, the safe broken
we don’t take the opps serious, ’cause they joking
them just likes up on the ‘gram, don’t let it get into your head
i can’t trust me not a soul, so i keep one up in the head
[?] this b*tch [?] she still gon’ do what siman says
and everybody [?] the same, can’t stop [?]
when i rap they pay attention, b*tch turn me up every night
see my brother in that kaskit, had me bending every block
bro gon’ get it out the b*tch, she tryna send a [?] thot
don’t tell that ho your where abouts, ’cause she’ll give up every drop
bro said he got the work, let’s put some sh*t in motion
if she really ’bout her bag, than that b*tch promoting
i almost drowned, is that a lake? or is your sh*t an ocean?
better take cover if you opps, bro will get to blowing

[chorus: bagboy mell]
b*tch, i’m really in the field with the gang
spent a [?] eleven thousand on a chain
heard your dawg getting oney, but he lame
b*tch, i got that thing
don’t make me catch a stane
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tch, got a thousand selling perkys in the range
if the boys get behind you, [?] the same
b*tch, my [?] game broke, but i got caine
chopper hold a [?]
i ain’t gotta aim
[verse 2: daboii]
gettin’ brain, pushing up my glasses, just like a nerd
she [?] ’cause i got chicken, b*tch, this not a farm
need to stop, drop and role, i snuck in that firearm
got that bl!cky on me, like i’m ’bout [?]
send him home, put it in my hands, watch me get it gone
send a code, this ain’t ufc, but i’m getting [?]
pick a ho, since you love this b*tch, n*gga, here you go
from the four, n*gga switching up, like a pick and role
i can’t even tell who really real no more
got so many styles, i got different flows
ayy, soon as they walk in, have bro checking for a wire
i’ma call your b*tch [?] driver
she gon’ suck it like a demon everytime this b*tch [?]
i don’t even like this ho, i just love her [?]
why can’t b*tch just wanna taste it? say she hate d*ck
i like them skinny, thick b*tches can’t take d*ck
tought my younging how to outsmart the machines that take chips
he in school getting punches, everybody hates chris
my dawg in jail, tryna help his b*tch pay rent
’cause i know if i’m jailed, my baby gon’ do the same sh*t

- cash kidd lyrics

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