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aight - co cash & hitkidd lyrics

[intro]
(feel what it do man)
(feel what it do man)
(feel what it do man)
yhea
aye
yo man (yo man)

[chorus]
“you’ve been home before too long, you gotta pop it”
i’m like “aight”
“f*ck they feelins if they you think they bein’ c*cky”
i’m like “aight”
“heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon’ pop it”
“yhea, aight”
like my b*tches bad, can’t even get in my car if she’s just aight
“they tryina play with you, like you ain’t him or something”
“okay, thats cool”
(“aight”)
sometimes i go buy cash, nd’ sometimes i go buy that dude
confident i can’t be f*cked with, but i don’t mean to be rude
(at all)
everyday i wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood

[verse 1]
feelin’ c*cky as the f*ck, they wondеr why
ain’t no competition, its juss’ me vs’s myself nd’ i
“how it feel to wakе up everyday that m*th* f*ckin’ guy?”
“sh*t i don’t know, to tell the truth; its just some [?] but i do it without havin’ to try”
mc hammer, modern day; i’m feelin’ like i can’t be touched
stick under my arm, they think that i broke my leg; this glock a crutch
fifty racks around my neck, nd’ fifty in my go yall clutch
not my bizz, juss’ get my paper; i pop my sh*t nd’ do my stuntz
keep yo foot on necks, sh*t ight bet; im the biggest fish
inside the sea, these hoes know im the catch
let with white*go*hundred, call my right wrist “golden b[?]”
b*tch my money talkin’ loud as f*ck, my bankroll got terrets
[chorus]
“you’ve been home before too long, you gotta pop it”
i’m like “aight”
“f*ck they feelins if they you think they bein’ c*cky”
i’m like “aight”
“heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon’ pop it”
“yhea, aight”
like my b*tches bad, can’t even get in my car if she’s just aight
“they tryina play with you, like you ain’t him or something”
“okay, thats cool”
(“aight”)
sometimes i go buy cash, nd’ sometimes i go buy that dude
confident i can’t be f*cked with, but i don’t mean to be rude
(at all)
everyday i wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood

[verse 2]
money getta, fashion k!lla; nuthin’ like yo average n*gga
bad b*tch hitta, hoe come hitta; keep sh*t p like percs nd’ miller
biggest dripper, ion f*ck wib her
dressed up like some typa dealer
n*gga play with him, ain’t pullin’ his trigger
let the chop sing like bryson tiller
no tough guy sh*t, but i never been b*tch
he reachin’ my sh*t, nd’ i’m sending him up
i’m back on they ass, right back on my sh*t
my b*tch be tellin’ me i’ve been bein’ too humble
with some pretty lil sh*t, she conceded nd’ thick let her eat up the d*ck nd’ i’m sending her [?]
b*tch i’m as hot as it get, sh*t i’m starting to think i’ve been livin’ my life in a funnel
[chorus]
“you’ve been home before too long, you gotta pop it”
i’m like “aight”
“f*ck they feelins if they you think they bein’ c*cky”
i’m like “aight”
“heard he keep that fire, but ion think he gon’ pop it”
“yhea, aight”
like my b*tches bad, can’t even get in my car if she’s just aight
“they tryina play with you, like you ain’t him or something”
“okay, thats cool”
(“aight”)
sometimes i go buy cash, nd’ sometimes i go buy that dude
confident i can’t be f*cked with, but i don’t mean to be rude
(at all)
everyday i wake up with a f*ck a n*gga attitude, this my daily mood

- co cash hitkidd lyrics

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