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verified - cash kidd lyrics

[intro: 42 dugg]
this how we gon’ do this, ayy
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)

[verse 1: 42 dugg]
i remember we ain’t have sh*t
now look at us, both verified, f*ckin’ bad b*tches
bro, i done drove fast whips, bro, i done crashed whips
i don’t care if she a lame ho or if she a rat b*tch
i’ma f*ck her like my main, treat her like a fat b*tch

[verse 2: cash kidd]
i don’t care about my last b*tch, let my mans hit
i just checked my bank account, this sh*t outrageous
woke up with no socks on, i feel like a caveman, look
ayy, bust a nut, fell straight to sleep, got her ass heated
bro asked, “was her p*ssy good?” sh*t, i caught amnesia
n*gga said f*ck my dead brother, made his ass meet him
have to pay for them words like a rap feature
draco with the long nose, look like an anteater
fendi prints, put the f’s on her like a gas meter
bag touch, i’m passin’ out f’s like a mad teacher
say she want me and tay b, we gon’ tagteam her

[verse 3: tay b]
ayy, told dugg to bring 42, she want four too
this little sh*t these n*ggas signin’ for, we gon’ blow through
y’all n*ggas trippin’ over hoes, that’s what we don’t do
arguing with your b*tch every day is what you go through
on the phone beggin’ for her back, on your cryin’ sh*t
gave you a lil’ trophy, one year, on my kawhi sh*t
you like curry shootin’ from the three, you can’t buy a brick
she said she ain’t f*ck me, she a lyin’ b*tch

[verse 4: 42 dugg]
yeah, and she be suckin’ d*ck (rat)
five hours to the k, she a f*ckin’ trip
nine hours to the ten, we gon’ f*ck again
high*fivin’ with my mans, you can f*ck her friend
i might up a couple hundred, what’s a f*ckin’ benz?
rose and light ap, n*gga, one*of*one (duh)
b*tches call me tyler perry, i know one*and*dones
and we ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your n*gga, he a f*ckin’ bum

[verse 5: cash kidd]
huh, n*gga cappin’ like he one of us
b*tch, i’m sittin’ on racks like a honey bun
you sound dumb as f*ck, you think we ain’t bring them drums with us
one on ones, in here punchin’ up like an uppercut

[verse 6: tay b]
yeah, every n*gga on this f*ckin’ song been a hundred up
i’ma be up a half a mil’ when the summer up
i know these n*ggas sick, they can’t stomach us
your b*tch suck me out my skin like a tummy tuck

[verse 7: 42 dugg]
can’t none of y’all lil’ n*ggas f*ck with me (at all)
i ain’t payin’ the ho for nothin’, she a f*ckin’ freak
left wrist, right wrist four thousand a piece
probably hit his baby mama, he got a problem with me
heard i hit a n*gga sister, that was all facts
played bape in ’18, now we off that
sell dope and chase dreams, we don’t all rap
naw, n*gga, we don’t all rap
heard i hit a n*gga mama, that was real sh*t
lost five hundred thousand, but i’m still lit (turnt)
i ain’t pourin’ belvedere, i’m pourin’ real cris’
only real n*ggas feel this

- cash kidd lyrics

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