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omega - co cash & hitkidd lyrics

[intro]
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)

[chorus]
all them n*ggas that doubted me don’t get away, make ’em think that their safe, i just let them get by (no)
this just a reminder, i guess they forgot, i’m that n*gga, the man, i’m that motherf*ckin’ guy (boy)
reachin for what, boy, you must wanna die
better keep that sh*t cool, i be clutchin’ the fire (fire)
stay with that clip, boy, just like i’m kawhi
if he said otherwise, he a motherf*ckin’ lie (huh)

[verse]
steady poppin’ this sh*t, it ain’t fourth of july
i’ve been standin’ on business with no suite or a tie (cash)
her lil’ p*ssy was slop, but her head game was fire
quick to sl*t a b*tch out likе american girl (ha)
for me, she was opеn, but she told you that she was shy
mr. f*ck on a b*tch, then i tell her goodbye (bye)
he said he gon’ do what? wanna see the boy try
bet my n*ggas gon’ step like they omega psy (oh)
i taught the folks how to put this sh*t on (cash)
n*gga, i’m the one ran up an m on my own (cash)
i’m the one livin’ out what i put in a song (cash)
i got ice on both wrists like i’m injury pr*ne (ice)
got white gold on my neck, but my heart made of chrome (chrome)
made your ho wanna f*ck off the scent of cologne (come here)
super bowl, get the dome and i’m sendin’ her home (huh)
if she want to be safe, should’ve called up tyrone (d*mn)
if i don’t got the glock, i’ma feel incomplete (f*ck)
he ain’t standin’ on sh*t, tell that boy, “take a seat” (n*gga)
sh*t, i don’t even drive, never needed a fleet (no)
kickin’ sh*t with a freak, she get run like a geek (ugh)
i be fresh as a b*tch, from the head to the feet (drip)
i cashed out on my feet, didn’t need the receipt (cash)
b*tch, i’m icy as f*ck to the negative degree (yeah)
bet my sh*t won’t even melt if i turn on the heat (ah)
ho, i know i’m the sh*t, you can’t tell me a thing (nah)
yeah, my feet came from france, my b*tch made in beijing (yeah)
who ain’t havin’ no cash? what the f*ck do you mean? (who?)
spent your whole bank account, that was just on a ring (cash)
n*ggas broke as a b*tch, someone get ’em a sling (haha)
yeah, my bag is goyard, my b*tch bag is celine (yeah)
i don’t mean to be rude, i ain’t tryna be mean (nope)
i don’t mean tryna be tryna f*ck on every friend that she bring (sh*t)
water my jacket, i’m a bad motherf*cker (i)
i’m the one, not the two, how could we be a couple? (huh)
diamond vv sit on top of my knuckle, won’t tussle, no way, i’m a quick twist for upper (just sayin’)
walk in the show with a drac’ in my puffer (fah)
he think that i’m sweet, then i’m bustin’ his bubble (fah)
pockets on fat, each one ate a mcdouble (yeah)
i just might need a girl to come cover this flubber (oh)
“co, you must think you the one,” what you mean? b*tch, of course (b*tch)
how the f*ck do these guys steady be ballin’ but i never seen ’em step foot on the floor (how?)
fly like a plane, thousand feet in the air, couple racks on the fit just to walk through the ‘port (ow)
i just be chillin’ but play, then i’m whippin’ my glock, put a switch on my weapon of choice
n*gga better call out, for with me, she a p*rn (b*tch)
[bridge]
all them n*ggas that doubted me don’t get away, make ’em think that their safe, i just let them get by (i’m just sayin’)
this just a reminder, i guess they forgot, i’m that n*gga, the man, i’m that motherf*ckin’ guy (i’m still that)
reachin for what, boy, you must wanna die
better keep that sh*t cool, i be clutchin’ the fire (forever that)
stay with that clip, boy, just like i’m kawhi (yeah)
if he said otherwise, he a motherf*ckin’ lie (d*mn)

- co cash hitkidd lyrics

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