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socks in az - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
come get your stuff from my house please
please come get your stuff
that sock
i’m— i’m not throwin’ away a motherf*ckin’ thing, dog, come—
that’s your favorite sock, why would i do that?
then it’ll be some motherf*ckin’ sh*t
’cause you ain’t gotta worry about me calling no more
i just need you to come get your sh*t
please come get this sock
and i’ll tell you one thing
if you don’t get this motherf*ckin’ sock, i will bring it to you
i don’t want you to come up over here
i don’t just want you to come no motherf*ck—
please don’t
please don’t
ple— but come get your sock
come get— please come get this sock out my house, i’m tired of lookin’ at it
just come get your sock, please
if you don’t come get this sock, i’m comin’ over there
i am
n*gga, i ain’t ’bout to no motherf*ckin’ cry ’cause i’m gettin’ mad ’cause i want you to get your motherf*ckin’ sh*t out my house, dog
man, just come get the sock, please
(i’m cured)
the f*ck?
ayy, ha— have you seen my, uh—
f*ck
[chorus]
d*mn, how the f*ck i end up in arizona?
bought that b*tch a scarf ’cause her neck the coldest
yeah, been hit your b*tch, you just ain’t never know it
yeah, i been sellin’ d*ck all through california
ayy, i sleep with the stick, that’s that paranoia
ooh*wee, every day i’m lit, really never sober (ayy, turnt up)
why you claim that block? boy, you never on it
two*three give his body shots, oscar de la hoya

[verse 1]
pimpin’ ain’t easy, but your b*tch is
i cut off the leeches, i got rich friends
n*gga think he sl!ck, he gon’ get his
big stick, walkin’ with that b*tch like the tin man
rich b*tch off the runway, she like 6’10”
huh, kicked her out the lineup, now she the sixth man
huh, oh my f*ckin’ god, boy, them sis
neck way in the water like i’m baptized
ayy, you should beat your jeweler ass next time
n*gga, i was squattin’, pullin’ strings like a tampon
ayy, bottom of the glock got a steph on (thirty)
you know i’ma f*ckin’ pop like your step aunt
still doin’ credit card fraud on my spare time
talkin’ like a white man, scammin’ all the airlines
make one call to get you off, s*x line
just want the head with no strings attached, airpods
ayy, she gon’ make me rich, i’m her best investment
look, b*tch, you can keep it if you second guessing
mac*11 brought a house down like mac and devin
now he eatin’ through the tube, dj akademiks
bad b*tch go both ways, but she ain’t ambidextrous
trust, you can do this sh*t too, just gotta manifest it
why he try me? d*mn, i thought he knew i kept it on me
now they tryna read his screen, this ain’t karaoke
[chorus]
d*mn, how the f*ck i end up in arizona?
bought that b*tch a scarf ’cause her neck the coldest
yeah, been hit your b*tch, you just ain’t never know it
yeah, i been sellin’ d*ck all through california
ayy, i sleep with the stick, that’s that paranoia
ooh*wee, every day i’m lit, really never sober (ayy, turnt up)
why you claim that block? boy, you never on it
two*three give his body shots, oscar de la hoya

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m in scottsdale with my necklace glowing
we just threw an opp some flowers, holy matrimony
bad lightskin from phoenix with that macaroni
she won’t let you f*ck ’cause you the type of lame be braggin’ on her
i feel like a donkey, n*ggas pinnin’ sh*t and tellin’ on me
i do not condone the way you n*ggas think, it’s petty to me
b*tches runnin’ through the telly, feel like zack and cody
post up and paint a n*gga like i’m shaq and kobe
ayy, toast up and drink, my n*gga, god bless the team
in the aston marton ridin’ like coretta king
i make b*tches pay for the d*ck and the travel fees
made a k!llin’ off pills, flexin’ for my ecstasy
i call shots, blower on me, i’m a referee
i keep iron, we the reason all the deaths increase
my b*tch say i’m cheatin’, we was single technically
i’m like a mailman, bendin’ corners with that check on me
[chorus]
d*mn, how the f*ck i end up in arizona?
bought that b*tch a scarf ’cause her neck the coldest
been hit your b*tch, you just ain’t never know it
i been sellin’ d*ck all through california
i sleep with the stick, that’s that paranoia
every day i’m lit, really never sober
why you rep that block? boy, you never on it
give his body shots, oscar de la hoya, ayy

[outro]
yeah, woke up with my socks off in arizona, ayy
(i’m cured)

- cash kidd lyrics

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