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cash kidd - she sleep! lyrics

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[intro]
(d+mn, [?], go crazy)
(i like that, anton)

[verse 1]
alright, i had enough
hope these n+ggas don’t think sh+t sweet ’cause we ran it up
n+ggas old as h+ll still hatin’, sad as f+ck
broke boy, only time it’s fair is when you catch the bus
you can’t f+ck with me, just face it, wrap it up
feel like melvin, mama yellin’, “zip that loose jacket up”
in a mansion seein’ shadows like i’m juice wrld
caught him lackin’, he got stuck up like a cute girl
courtside, i see ’em hatin’ from the nosebleed
boy, this ain’t no picnic, but i got floor seats
man, i know she hate it that her n+gga so d+mn dorky
can’t tell if that’s the wock’ or the opps screamin’, “poor me”
you n+ggas lame as h+ll to me, hardcore geeks
i’m tucked off in the hills, knotted up like i got sore feet
heard you fallin’ off your bread like a corned beef
arguin’ with your b+tch, smokin’ tails, hatin’ on me
i’m tellin’ you, it’s regular, the money, cars, etcetera
the opps ain’t no competitors, we nailin’ ’em like manicure
stop comparin’ me to amateurs, boy, check my catalog
got her made like cinderella, that’s why your b+tch had a ball
she pull up and neck me off, two thumbs up like +n+log
do you got some cash or nah? hoein’ n+ggas, santa claus
she said without me, she incomplete, she rather catch the ball
rappers so d+mn weak, i turn the volume low like jackin’ off
[chorus]
can y’all please stop comparin’ me to these pipsqueaks?
i done lived your whole f+ckin’ life, n+gga, this week
man, i swear your b+tch love to bob like whitney (ooh)
if our b+tch told you she was sleep, then the b+tch sleep (d+mn)
shot a lil’ n+gga, made him taller, now he six feet
chopper go bop+bop+bop, n+gga, +nsync (bop, bop)
f+ck your baby daddy, he a ho, should’ve picked me (b+tch)
n+gga opened up his mouth and told like he kiss feet (the f+ck?)

[verse 2]
i got stripes since a kid, n+gga, big b
loan packs for the mail like i send beats
you can see the cheese pokin’ out like i got big t++th
walk in, put water on like i fix sinks
lil’ dog was h+rny, so we caught him while his d+ck pink
pulled up to the lo’, he just text her, “where you send me?”
bro, to heaven momentarily
them boys done left the whole carpet red like a celebrity
just focus on yourself, your b+tch with gang losin’ integrity
these rappers so d+mn lame, i listen to ’em, think it’s parody
just gave her to the streets for a ham, i did charity
n+gga, even your mama know i’m poppin’, boy, apparently
ayy, n+ggas d+ck+suckin’ in public, call ’em cherokee
took them k!llers with me to a meeting, don’t embarrass me
who else gettin’ rich off of b+tches that he barely see?
i’m the big+letter p and my b+tch’ll take your bl!ck
lame+ass n+ggas clout+chasin’, mama raised a b+tch
got a lemon+squeeze on the can like a faygo twist
your parents gave up on your ass ’cause you ain’t on sh+t
ironic how i’m froze up, finna take a pic
ayy, get it? fro, pic
n+ggas pathetic soft broke simps
catch your b+tch with no socks, i got more grip
iced out like titanic, got a rose kit, ayy
[chorus]
can y’all please stop comparin’ me to these pipsqueaks?
i done lived your whole f+ckin’ life, n+gga, this week
man, i swear your b+tch love to bob like whitney (ooh)
if our b+tch told you she was sleep, then the b+tch sleep (d+mn)
shot a lil’ n+gga, made him taller, now he six feet
chopper go bop+bop+bop, n+gga, +nsync (bop, bop)
f+ck your baby daddy, he a ho, should’ve picked me (b+tch)
n+gga opened up his mouth and told like he kiss feet (the f+ck?)



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