Paroles de la chanson Despicable par Cash Kidd

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Paroles de la chanson Despicable par Cash Kidd

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[Cash Kidd]
Ayy, nigga donated plasma for fifty dollars and bought pussy with it
You wonder why your dick hot, you woozy, nigga
Need a Amber alert, lately, my roof been missin', huh
Bitch, you talkin' to the G.O.A.T. like that Dolittle nigga
Car got a fuckin' horse on it like I hoop for Pistons
Got a hand full of glass like I'm doin' dishes
Whole city know your bitch' neck warm, stupid nigga

Dweeby ass boy, yo' mama ain't never seen you with bitches
I'm gettin' concerned 'cause I ain't never seen you with chicken
So fuckin' broke, you need to kill yourself, you torturin'
My haters tryna be my friends, now they forfeitin'
Why you ain't never popped shit? Go to the orphanage

[Cash Kidd]
All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em
I'm the smoothest criminal
I don't want these bitches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em
Boy, your own family know you lame, shit despicable

D and G on me like I work for Dollar General
You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin'
Nigga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan
Free all of my scammers and my killers, bitch, they innocent
Fuck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant
[Jeeezy]
Rich bitches, but they on shit, that's who I'm dealin' with (Who I'm dealin' with)
Get to stompin' in these Rick Owens like they timber (Like they timber)
I'm in public like I don't know her, I don't remember shit (I don't remember)
Model bitches act like I ain't make 'em, I ain't give up shit

Flexin' hard, I feel like Kurt Angle, how these medals hit (Flex hard)
Took her on a trip with me, she said y'all never went (Never went)
She wasn't tryna pay the fee, that's why I never hit (Never hit)
He said he don't fuck with me, I must've hit his bitch (And I did)

[BlueBucksClan DJ]
Off-season, I done ran it up, I been doin' sprints (Ran it up)
Five-hundred shoes in my closet, look like cool kicks (Cool kicks)
Free my trap niggas out my flockers, they ain't do shit (They ain't do shit)
I'm at Sax, being disrespectful, snatchin' rude fits (Yeah)

I don't want these bitches to myself, yeah, it's too many 'em (It's too many)
Passin' hoes, lendin' 'em (Lendin' 'em)
Big hundreds, printin' 'em (Printin' 'em)
I get first dibs, I'm like, "I don't want the skinny" (I don't want the skinny)
I keep breakin' all the fuckin' rules, I be forgettin' 'em (Yeah)

[Cash Kidd]
All the rules, I'm bendin' 'em
I'm the smoothest criminal
I don't want these bitches to myself, I just be rentin' 'em
Boy, your own family know you lame, shit despicable
D and G on me like I work for Dollar General
You can't be my fan if you a simp 'cause you not listenin'

Nigga hit the stand and start admittin', just like Michigan
Free all of my scammers and my killers, bitch, they innocent
Fuck a Plain Jane, I'm show-boatin' like an immigrant

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