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ca$he – tap in freestyle lyrics

stick in my pocket i c-cked it before i popped out the house in case they on what be on
n-gga i’m saucing like dijon
been in the trap since i used to lil wayne ringtones
f-cking her i’m keeping my tee on she wanna cuddle but i got bad news i won’t be long
hotter than canis majoris
b-tch n-gga try me i’ll send you right where the lord is
i need new ops mine ones boring
these n-ggas snoring
shooting from deep and i’m scoring
she said she’ll do what i want her to for the 40
i made her spit shine the jordan’s
i wore the pants since a shorty
nina and 40s h-ll wish his mama abort em

dayton potholes done f-cked up the forgies
i can’t go live cause they gone screen record me
yeah my cashe i know you can’t afford me
location on for who lookin for me
drinking on dope i’m swimming like dory
my draco woody ain’t talking toy story

punching at target i just copped a drone
i f-ck her once tell her leave me alone
i call her up tell her bring me yo phone
she want some head but i’m leaving it home
hopped off the plane and my left ear keep poppin
beef like a feature i’m ready to drop it
heard they was throwing a kickback it’s poppin
they took my cup but i still got the glock in
cooking that woah while my son watching noggin
i can’t love b-tches i’m thottin

watch how i f-ck up the ops with the bl!ck
chop get em dropped he get popped like a zit
she wanna f-ck she gone top me then dip
don’t touch my chain boy i’m not a l!ck
these n-ggas opps and they not legit
i up the drake shoot like popovich

i’m sliding as soon as they go live
real louis shirt came with a bow tie
real draco ain’t shooting no bbs
in a hemi im racing a dt
man i just cracked a seal finna repeat
i see life in his face i can’t leave
man i just poured a 8 in a grape drink
yeah they wanting my soul they can’t take me
wanna hop on a track gotta pay me
i been rollin with moedie since ag
i was hitting the road i was 18
you was up in yo nose man you brazy
we know you don’t get money you lazy
when my pockets was slim i was shady
my plan b was to get rid of the babies
off the xan f-ck that b-tch til i’m lazy

i don’t do rapping for real gotta stack it to ms
how you ball but yo back to rim
shorty on acid and pills
shorty so high gotta smash on film
foot on they neck i can’t let these n-ggas breathe
lil bro a felon ain’t lettin em squeeze
glock got a light i ain’t letting em see
gotta stay healthy drop 4 in a tea
like my hoes thick i ain’t boning pet-tes
snakes in the gr-ss i step on em with cleats
ain’t got no doors we slide on em in jeeps
i feel like tampa slide on em with heat
i got the rock i ain’t even on offense
hole in yo head turn ya team to some dolphins
bon appet-t yeah we eating we flossin
sippin codiene i ain’t coughing

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