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cash kidd - on my mama lyrics

[intro:]
on my mama i ain’t worried ’bout a b-tch
on my mama don’t plot because i am not a f-cking l!ck
on my mama i f-cked her and her friend with this d-ck
on my mama i’m good, we eating, i ain’t worried bout sh-t
on my mama

[verse 1: cash kidd]
i woke up rubbing yo b-tch on her fat -ss
i said b-tch go make some money with yo rat -ss
she rolled her eyes, left and came right back
made it rain on me i said “d-mn straight like that?”
all my b-tches got boyfriends thats how i love it
cuz then they ain’t gone try and cuff me right after i f-ck them
all they want from me is d-ck, they don’t ask for nothing
i might buy them a peice of gum an a bag of funyuns
but that’s about it they don’t get sh-t, boy you can have yo woman
drop her off, you eat her in the morning like a egg mcm-ffin
boy i seen you kissing on that b-tch holding her hand in public
i texted her phone like “lol” girl yo man a dummy
b-tch i dont give two f-cks
i been balling i dont hoop much
i’m so cold i got goosebumps new buffs white like klu klux
you n-ggas sweeter than fruit punch i’m leaving after these two nuts
this b-tch want me to eat her? i’ll never eat it like school lunch

[hook:]
all these boosting -ss n-ggas
fake -ss wanna be shooter -ss n-ggas
man! all these choosing -ss b-tches
bad -ss wanna be bougie -ss b-tches
on my mama i’ll leave it on my mama i’ll spray it
on my mama i’m just trying to get the neck watch how i play it
on my mama i know she f-ck with my bro i know she choosing
on my mama we eating on my mama yo i’m boosting

[verse 2: cash kidd]
whats good jeff bro rest in peace
i’m on tips step to me you and jeff gone meet
yea b-tch you cute but you is just another rat to me
f-ck a b-tch an make her say “un” like master p
my ex ho texted me like “d-mn you just dont mess with me
i see you getting money i guess you think you too fresh for me”
b-tch you must’ve heard i was ballin that’s why you back on meeks?
b-tch i just call how i see it, i’m a referee
shut yo poor -ss mouth before i f-ck yo lips
all these hoes trying to cuff me, b-tch cuff this d-ck
i f-cked her friend now she mad on some other sh-t
posting pictures of herself crying, old ugly b-tch
she get fed good if her head good then we at the coney
if yo b-tch wanna smack the homies we in her walls like i crashed the stony
b-tches say i be acting phony because i got a lot of cheese like macaroni
it’s “m” block get popped twin glocks, zack and cody

[verse 3: cash kidd]
r.i.p. jeff that’s what my motherf-cking shirt say
for the cake i’ll blow you like some candles on my birthday
never trust a b-tch that let you f-ck her on the first date
better tell that ho to beat it like drums on a church day
p-ssy like the ocean, i’m finna dive in it
when i’m swimming she say she can’t feel her legs she a mermaid
she just got her house it ain’t no furniture in her place
so i’ma have to crack her on the ground like a earthquake
she wanna f-ck me and bro we playing roles like we don’t know
told that freak b-tch to give me face, she stuck out her mouth like stevie j
i see more cake than a easy bake, got more dimes then a piggy bank
i get in her jeans like dna, she singing like a madea play ok?
my b-tch call me a chooser, and she right
you think you seeing me you must be blind like the three mice
i turn yo b-tch on at night like a street light
when we f-cking she be running like that n-gga off of 3 strikes

- cash kidd lyrics

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