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cash kidd - jinx! lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)

[verse]
b+tch actin’ like she got options, all them n+ggas broke
i told boa, “don’t put my fifty in no envelope”
on the block with my arm up like i’m in a post
hit the mall, finna get sharp like my pencil broke
mama think i hang with enemies ’cause all my n+ggas foes
on a yacht with a drac’ like lil boat
woke up in the mornin’, broke up with my ho
i mean, woke up, ayy, and broke up with your ho
yeah, woke up in the mornin’ and your b+tch got fired
i ain’t even had no reason, earth, wind & fire
cops hit the scene, high speed in designer
glock 17, i’m in the club with a minor
devil on my shoulder, runnin’ lights, we in a striker
g money like dwayne wade, shooter and a driver
walk in with them f+ckin’ sticks like the energizer
got the neck behind tint, told her, “get to hikin'”
i got eight on the webcam, i feel like a spider
ayy, n+gga, where your pape’ at?
n+ggas talkin’ good, broke as h+ll
boy, i’m way, way up like they put me on the scale
cut the b+tch off for good, ho, go to f+ckin’ h+ll
i hate chillin’ with that b+tch, she be smokin’ all my tails
pull up in a rolls, toolie in my coat
he got whacked tryna act hard, i knew he was a ho
i got drank in my cup, watchin’ her chew me to the bone
like my shoes too little, she removed a n+gga soul
gucci’d to the floor, cuban on me froze
this ain’t fear factor, but i’m puttin’ that sh+t on, n+gga
ayy, she ask what i like her for, b+tch, what you think?
i don’t know who got more b+tches, me or bink
better keep your eyes open, i’ma sn+tch her if you blink
randy moss, she wide open, goin’ deep
she said, “i just want somebody” like she tink
we shot ’em at the same time, bro said, “jinx”
i wasn’t gon’ talk anyway, p+ssy n+gga
somebody call pest control, jewelry tickin’
they copy me then act like it’s a new invention
my housekeeper rollin’ ‘woods and doin’ dishes
my new ho give hour+long head, stewie griffin
aha, my ex’ll never find a cooler n+gga
all that wet talkin’ gon’ get you whacked if you against us
give his broke ass the first+place medal, he truly finished
roof gone, [?][1:42] new edition
ayy, slim thick, cold as h+ll, ooh, she gifted
all she gotta do is walk, booty jigglin’
stop starin’ at me, b+tch, i’m too expensive
one rule, leave your t++th at the door
laughin’ with my pops, told him, “give me a ho”
high school, you was screamin’, “leave me alone”
you a dweeb to me, type of lame to get sent to the store
playin’ golf, on textnow sendin’ hits usin’ codes
sendin’ ‘bows like big ben with the ‘fro
ayy, he think he winnin’, he don’t know he gettin’ overlapped
i don’t wanna f+ck the b+tch unless she f+ckin’ back
wow, how your b+tch even put up with your musty ass?
i just hit it, quit it, b+tch, it took six months to crack
he soft but he bear arms, his ass a gummy bear
i get all the baddest b+tches with my ugly ass

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