cash kidd - impeached lyrics
[intro]
yeah
(jay got the plug)
and i be sittin’ down while i record, you feel me?
high as h+ll
ayy, f+cked a lil’ b+tch, she shy as h+ll
b+tch give me neck, might as well
ayy, huh
ayy, huh
[chorus]
gettin’ head while i smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
opp b+tch only find me attractive ’cause i’m me
lil’ broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some d
’cause they know i’m comin’ up like michael jackson when he lean
jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin’ for a feature
it’s gon’ cost a pretty penny, i don’t rap like this for free
rats callin’ rats rats, please practice what you preach
he keep flexin’ with that presi’, up the pole, get him impeached
[verse]
b+tch, pull your panties up, i want the neck, we not f+ckin’
look, my way or the highway, i’m not fussin’
my ex+b+tch want us to work, told her go job huntin’
b+tch, what we talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout stuffin’?
b+tch, what we talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout punchin’?
all this fake love in the air got me glock clutchin’
yeah, you cute with a pretty face, but i’m cuffin’
you sound cute on that lil’ tape, but n+gga drop somethin’
ayy, i only f+cked that b+tch ’cause she remind me of my other ho
d+mn, i miss her, but a lame put his cuffing on
can you please let me see our b+tch? i wanna f+ck her throat
put it all on film, count an onion roll, huh
see the ice, what you got, like a hundred on?
oh, that’s nice, up the pipe, catch a hundred more
all that swiping in your songs, you ain’t really punchin’, though
all your sh+t bouncin’ back, get your flubber on
make a b+tch talk to the hand, get my puppet on
change my number every season, you were just my summer ho
you ain’t bringin’ nothin’ to the table, baby, run along
d+mn, you hating on me too, n+gga? the f+ck going on?
up banana clip out the window like i’m donkey kong
banana clip, catch you slipping in traffic, yeah
stretch a n+gga like i’m mr. fantastic, ayy
grown as h+ll, p+ssy stank, need her ass kicked
couldn’t send no money, i was f+cked up myself
i’ll ho a bougie b+tch ’cause i’m stuck+up myself
think i’m lackin’, but i’m packin’, i ain’t gotta call for help
like we lapped up in the car, yoshi got bodies on his belt
opp b+tch know i got the hoes, but all them b+tches in they place
cookie ‘bows louder than a cricket when it’s late
no, i’m not shoplifting, but the b+tch get off my waist
catch a body like fans do outfielders on the gate
crib sittin’ on a lake, b+tch sittin’ on my face
when she try to argue with me, i just hit her with the k
n+gga tried to argue with me, so i hit him with the k
think somebody wearin’ bugs, they caught my n+gga in a raid
free monty, free hitman, all my n+ggas on the way
ain’t a dance contest, why your sh+t ticking in the face?
feel like the franchize boyz, the lean rock my dawg to sleep
thirty hangin’ off the road like the one tire on the jeep
[chorus]
gettin’ head while i smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
opp b+tch only find me attractive ’cause i’m me
lil’ broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some d
’cause they know i’m comin’ up like michael jackson when he lean
jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin’ for a feature
it’s gon’ cost a pretty penny, i don’t rap like this for free
rats callin’ rats rats, please practice what you preach
he keep flexin’ with that presi’, up the pole, get him impeached
[outro]
b+tch, pull your panties up
ayy, b+tch, pull your panties up
ayy, you can’t get no d+ck, you been actin’ up all week
when your n+gga at the crib trippin’, b+tch, call me
when your n+gga don’t want his d+ck sucked, call me
when your n+gga, haha, ayy
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