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cash kidd - who shot you lyrics

dawg please get these lame -ss n-ggas out our sections
and get your basic -ss b-tch out my texts
n-ggas get caught turn to usher get confessions
she said n-gga you just want to f-ck b-tch you guessed it
mama told me i need sleep i look restless
ma i’m tryna move you i can’t miss out on the extras
rotc my n-ggas suited and they steppin’
pull up get to beating on sh-t david wesson
pull up she gone eat the whole d-ck up for breakfast
i can still f-ck i’d rather sh-t on my ex’s
seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive
spikes on my shoes b-tches looking like a cactus
staring at this b-tch lace front while she gaggin
broke b-tch irritate my soul imma p-ss it
d-mn i heard what happened that day dawg that was tragic
how you start a war and get caught out here lackin
ain’t got sh-t in my pants but a light dub
don’t tempt me i’ll leave it in this night club
either the drugs or yo n-ggas got you hyped up
but that’s gone be the reason yo sh-t gone get chopped up
nah ion know who shot that n-gga it was not us
pockets ain’t have nothing now they look like they got knocked up
she so stupid with the head call her cyduck
i get blowed then i black out like a light-bulb
i know i been distant tryin to keep from getting locked up
tryna give my people sum to be proud of
roddy rich gotta ride with one don’t wanna die young
got the 4 5 like 9 bucks
who the f-ck you lil -ss n-ggas tryna size up
get yo stupid -ss fi’ed on the fi’ed up
whole car strapped like the police behind us
in traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk
“aye” n-gga drop sum
opp huntin give him shots like he got sum yeah
aye between me n mell that’s a light hundred
got blue jeans on me like i’m dry humpin
r.i.p. jeff i treat don like he my brotha
red bottoms on like i stepped on a hot funyun
betta watch that b-tch that you love cuz she opp f-ckin
woke up like d-mn could’ve sworn i had socks on
b-tch what the f-ck you a whole demon
high -ss h-ll got my soul leavin
free my dawgs locked up all 4 seasons
gotta keep yo head up like yo nose bleeding
bought her some new t-tties now she can show cleavage
ain’t gone call her pulled the b-tch for no reason
amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces
street sweeper like im road cleanin

can trust these n-ggas and these hoes neither
she a whole creamer but ion need her

went across my mind when i was getting my d-cked suck
reminiscing back when you was eating this d-ck up
you know when you get me off that henny i mix up
you know when i get all in that p-ssy i mix up
what’s the point of tellin me you never gone switch up
knowing when that sh-t get tough you gone give up
now i’m cross the world still throwing the 6 up
water on my throat but i ain’t got the hiccups
please stop calling my phone and har-ssing
ion know who shot him can you please stop askin
i ain’t feel like punching up today i’m straight cashing
use to be broke thank god im livin fancy
n-ggas hating tryna k!ll the kid like a plan b
still got the reaper on my side billy mandy
20 k on me in the sto’ stealing candy

- cash kidd lyrics

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