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voice gone freestyle - cash kidd lyrics

[intro]
my motherf*ckin’—
(ooh, austin)
my motherf*ckin’ voice gone
ayy, still in this b*tch
it’s all excuses

[verse 1]
ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up
yeah, really, i just want my d*ck sucked
my b*tch sl*ttin’ out my other b*tch, we all some sick f*cks
mama thick, i’m suicidal, i just f*cked my wrist up
cut the b*tch off, got my bands up
boy, you know it was us that did that sh*t, and what?
pocked stuffed than a b*tch, i keep on gettin’ my hands stuck
ayy, man up, why you take the b*tch back, simp?
walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip
we finally did it, count more miles and go to saks fifth
saint laurent track ‘fit, smoke up with a bad b*tch
your b*tch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch
my voice gone ’cause i was f*ckin’ on your rap b*tch
outside in the rain with no motherf*ckin’ jacket
so many scam pages, i should be on catfish
just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain’t no hat trick

[chorus]
n*gga think he f*ckin’ with mе, he dreamin’
ironic how i’m fresh as h*ll but i’m freezin’
b*tch, let me get some neck, i need it (right now)
i’m in the clouds with no socks, like jesus
hit a n*gga block with them mops, then bleed it
p*ssy n*gga better take cover, anemic
forgot i had a b*tch, she just dumped me for cheatin’
i’m so rich, i don’t give a f*ck, i mean it, ayy
[verse 2]
ayy, i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga
say she on her period, i’m finna titty f*ck with her
yeah, in the air booted, i don’t need to punt kick her
on a jet high as h*ll, sendin’ hits on f*ck n*ggas
please forgive me, lord
know he used to be my dog, finna blaze that dork
i don’t like these n*ggas
in the city right now tryna find these n*ggas
his gray gon’ be p*ssed on like chauncey billups
i’m ot, iced out with like five, six b*tches
you would’ve cuffed her, i just passed her to live and jimmy
i was tryna make a band like i signed to diddy
love my fans, tat my autograph when i sign they titties
yeah, life’s great
even ones mean more to me still might hate
cubans on, don’t get it twisted like an ice tray
scammin’ hard, don’t give a f*ck ’bout what the price say
broke*ass n*gga, ayy

[chorus]
n*gga think he f*ckin’ with me, he dreamin’
ironic how i’m fresh as h*ll but i’m freezin’
b*tch, let me get some neck, i need it (right now)
i’m in the clouds with no socks, like jesus
hit a n*gga block with them mops, then bleed it
p*ssy n*gga better take cover, anemic
forgot i had a b*tch, she just dumped me for cheatin’
i’m so rich, i don’t give a f*ck, i mean it, ayy
[outro]
talkin’ to this one b*tch, right?
but now i f*cked her, right?
but she just not tellin’ me this
i knew the b*tch looked familiar from a while ago
it ain’t—
first of all, bro
these b*tches be tryna play drunk as h*ll
let me tell y’all somethin’, bro
let me tell y’all n*ggas somethin’, bro
these b*tches be tryna play roles
but literally, we had f*cked every b*tch in detroit
and you know it say like, literally
no b*tch, bro, in detroit is safe, like every b*tch think i’ve f*cked
five, six, seven*four, bro
that’s what n*ggas gotta know
these b*tches gettin’ f*cked
i’m ’bout to f*ck this b*tch tonight
but at the end of the day
i feel like four days
probably like five days, i’ll say five days, this like the sixth day
you know what i’m sayin’?
but at the end of the day, i’m like
look familiar as h*ll
whole time, i had to go through the group chat
peep the video
bro, these hoes be poppin’ tryna play they role, bro, this sh*t was crazy, bro
we literally them n*ggas bro, like, i swear to god on my life, bro
i don’t think no group, no, no rap group in detroit f*cked more hoes than us, bro, at all, i swear to god

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