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cash kidd – socks on jupiter lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
yeah, huh
ooh, ooh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, ayy
f+ck n+ggas talkin’ ’bout?
these n+ggas sound dumb as h+ll
ayy
i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m feelin’ good in this b+tch
just got my motherf+ckin’ socks blew to motherf+ckin’
jupiter
no cap
ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
huh, ayy

[verse]
i be hoeing these hoes, i’m only nice to my b+tches
ass soft, light+skinned, must be nice, lyfe jennings
i don’t know, but i think all these n+ggas hoes but my n+ggas
i’m with two opp b+tches, woke up with my socks missing
i don’t f+ck with these rappers, they all d+ck riders
got her outside on her knees like she pick cotton
bro just dropped a n+gga off like a lyft driver
put the ‘wood to his ass like a bench rider
i keep tryna cut this b+tch off, but her sh+t fire
f+ck around and smack your soft ass, leave your sh+t wired
you been temptin’ me so long like you tryna get hired
i blew up all over the web like a big spider
still’ll wipe you with that throwaway like a sh+t diaper
gotta keep the pole on, know they dislike us
b+tch, i got a roll on, i’m a big tymer
i’m addicted to the fraud, n+gga, r.i.p. tyler
got her gettin’ gift cards, slidin’ in meijers
her head two thumbs up like a hitchhiker
man, my b+tch so spoiled like she expired
all my n+ggas drug dealers, k!llers, and swipers
yeah, check, yeah
could care less ’bout who my ex hittin’
i ain’t the one that love that b+tch, go tell her next n+gga
please stop braggin’ ’bout these hoes i regret hittin’
g got twenty on him now, don’t get smacked with it
yes, n+gga, i got bad b+tches, you a yes+n+gga
when i say i’m layin’ with that ratchet, i’m not netflixin’
‘net spendin’, got a fake face like i’m catfishin’
dog, i can’t stand your b+tch, but her neck different
gave your lame ass a shot, tried to bless n+ggas
bad business, can’t do sh+t right like you left+handed
hit you with that t9, not no text, n+gga
got a body on the pole like electricians
p+ssy n+ggas tattle talin’, i can’t text n+ggas
can have the hook on my line, dog, i ain’t fishin’
they be actin’ like they got me in they best interest
but prayin’ on my downfall, i got death wishes
yeah, i know many man
r.i.p. roo, rez, and jeff, can’t wait ’til we meet again
and i couldn’t even get a chance ’til i showed her fifty bands
now she rubbin’ on my d+ck, thought it was a pringles can
now when i look back at it like a trina jam
n+ggas ain’t believe the plan, now they wanna be my friend
throwin’ dough in the air like a pizza man
high as h+ll, got a bale with me like i’m peter pan, n+gga, yeah
[outro]
ayy
high as h+ll, got a bale with me like i’m peter pan, n+gga
that sh+t gon’ fly over they head
yeah

- cash kidd lyrics

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