Paroles de la chanson 25 Hour Wait par Cash Kidd

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Paroles de la chanson 25 Hour Wait par Cash Kidd

(MK, you like a wizard with this shit)
Ayy, huh
(I like that, Anton)

All these wannabes, shit like copy and paste
Told yo' bitch, her pussy deep enough to drive out of state, ho
You know you was broke before you hopped in my face (Broke bitch)
Just told a bitch while she suckin', she ain't got what it takes (Ayy, ayy)
She wanna fuck, said an appointment twenty-five hour wait (Ayy, ayy)
I need to stop, drop, and roll 'cause I got fire by the waist

Big crib, ducked off, get your ass popped by the gate
Rich ass BeBe Kidd ain't wear no socks to the bank, nigga

Broke nigga put it on his mama he get money, that ho goin' to hell
Told her, "No strings attached," like she goin' to jail
Hit yo' block and dropped fifty off like I'm goin' on sale (Baow, baow)
Big deal, she just want the nigga with the big bills
Juug FanDuel one more time, they not hip still
She wanna blow me 'cause I'm rich, call that windmill (Ayy)
I'm just tryna get my top blew like two percent milk (Ayy)

Nigga cuffed my headhunter, now my heart ache
In the mansion living room, got an arcade
Hand full of pointers like a motherfuckin' dart game
Springfield on me, I ain't talkin' 'bout where Bart stay (Baow)
Just added nuts to the chop', this a parfait
Vest on, swingin' arms like I'm Carl Banks
Nigga, everything on me real, but my card fake
All the jewelry come from swipin' like a fraud case

All these wannabes, shit like copy and paste
Told yo' bitch, her pussy deep enough to drive out of state, ho
You know you was broke before you hopped in my face
Just told a bitch while she suckin', she ain't got what it takes (Ayy, ayy)

She wanna fuck, said an appointment twenty-five hour wait (Ayy, ayy)
I need to stop, drop, and roll 'cause I got fire by the waist
Big crib, ducked off, get your ass popped by the gate
Rich ass BeBe Kidd ain't wear no socks to the bank

Darkskin, thick as hell, taste like chocolate cake
Mama know if I ain't get rich then I was robbin' the bank
It's crazy, I got rich, I'm still robbin' the bank
Hit his bitch, he turned to Kim K, he hot in the face
Pulled the ho' tracks out and left my socks on the train

Man, this shit just like Wheel of Fortune, tryna buy me a K
Soon as one bitch leave, I go and buy me a rake
Big crib in the hills, I took my house on a date
Yeah, bitch, say that throat mine, tat my name on it
East side, hot as hell, do my thing on it
Nose to the sky, got some Cartier frames on 'em
I'm a made man like I got a slave on 'em
My bitch got a big body, she a Range Rover
Nina got some big ass titties, and I paid for 'em
Nina got some big ass titties, mommy makeover, huh
Top gone, I off the roof like this Hangover (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

All these wannabes, shit like copy and paste
Told yo' bitch, her pussy deep enough to drive out of state, ho

You know you was broke before you hopped in my face
Just told a bitch while she suckin', she ain't got what it takes (Ayy, ayy)
She wanna fuck, said an appointment twenty-five hour wait (Ayy, ayy)
I need to stop, drop, and roll 'cause I got fire by the waist
Big crib, ducked off, get your ass popped by the gate
Rich ass BeBe Kidd ain't wear no socks to the bank, nigga

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