Correction Lyrics Bebe 2 by Cash Kidd

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(Damn, Ancient, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Jimmy, whatever the fuck you sold me, this shit hittin', dude, God
Ayy

She say, "Why you want my money, Marc? You rich already" (So?)
Opps say we never in they hood (Where?), the cemetery? (Haha)
Niggas straight-up pussy (Soft), like missionary
No words, straight drawin' pistols (Baow), like Pictionary
Chauffeur, tinted windows, the pistol near me
She don't know I know she out here hoein', I'm hip already
I want head forever, keep the pussy, all you bitches scare me
Too friеndly, like my bitches mean likе a dictionary (Like my bitches bougie)
I don't sit around and play, I get to it
She say if I leave her, she gon' kill herself, bitch, prove it (Uh-uh)
Free J Willy, I promise I'ma keep this shit moving (My nigga)
Got my mans behind that gate like home improvement
Would send her, but she love fuckin' for free, bitch stupid (Dumb)
Gave my mama ten for her birthday and she ran through it
Here go another ten (Fuck it)
Bro still hittin' 201s like he jumpin' in (Still jumpin')
This bitch done fucked the whole gang, but mad I fucked her friend
Nowadays, just want neck like a double chin (That's it)
Drumline, I'm in the field like a hundred bands
Big drum on that stick look like the number ten
If I gotta teach you how to be loyal, then fuck a friend (Fuck 'em)
Can't teach loyalty, that shit gotta come from within
Tuh, hmm
These niggas got me off the cup again
Yeah, line after line like I'm punchin' in

Ayy, Bebe Kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy
Got the drop, bro be lurkin' all the opps' page (Spin it)
Boy, time tickin' like your watch fake
When I say I'm spinnin' with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy
Niggas hungry, can't be lackin', check the crime rate (For real)
You'll get blew for some J's like Beyoncé (Real fast)
And I was down on my ass, now we beyond straight
Successful 'cause I took a lot of risks and kept my faith

Yeah, I like my bitches ratchet and rich
Passin' fat 'Woods to me, that's her assist
Stayed loyal when I got it, I said that as a kid
Once I notice certain flaws, I might never forgive
Fell asleep last night gettin' head in the Benz
Blowin' 'Woods by the pool, I'm just settlin' in
On the dice, I'm a rapist, just hit seven again
These niggas fanned out like it's hot as hell in the crib
Dick suckin' more than hoes, clique jumpin', switchin' bros
Six hundred on my toes, pin on 'em, switch my pose
T.I. brother, ATL, yeah, we get the biggest 'bows
And we get them bitches gone, nigga, yeah
Looked in the mirror like, "Ooh, I thought a rich nigga said somethin'" (Oh)
Instantly she on my dick and I ain't even said nothin' (Said shit)
Big crib in the 'burbs, man, I feel like Craig cousin
Duck duck goose emojis for her, she be head-huntin' (Ooh)
Ride around with big sticks, the AR got a leg on it
Put you to sleep underneath your mans like y'all bedbunkin'
Big bag so a nigga picky, call me Fred Douglas
Bottom of my shoes a different color like I'm grass cuttin', huh
Nigga, naw, man, matter fact
Knock on your door and get to choppin' shit like I'm grass cuttin'
Dirty broke niggas throwin' shots, ain't that somethin'?
They need to throw you in the tub, Diary of a Black Woman, ayy

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