Correction Lyrics Concrete by Cash Kidd

Featuring(s) : Oba Rowland & BandGang Lonnie Bands

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Lyrics

[Oba Rowland]
What the deal, papa? (The Coal Cash Collection)
My dog caught a body, got to geekin' like a pill popper
'Bout to hit the sweep with a treat, she gon' Jill Scott me
And I hit big baby, give a f*ck 'bout how you feel 'bout me
Sometimes you gotta take a leap of faith, I was a porch hopper
Ironic I be screamin' f*ck the law, 'cause we still coppin' (Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)
Like Yung Joc, it's goin' down, that's on Bin Laden
Only count these Benjis with the niggas that done been 'round me
You were clique hoppin'
Me, Sean, Zay, Meth, Beans, Jay, bitch, we still rockin'
I'm a stick talker, you a TikToker
I'm a Chris Wallacе, I don't acknowledge you 'cause you dishonеst
I don't miss often, I don't miss college
My diamonds Chris Brownin'
Your mama disowned you
You got a kit on you, I got a stick on me, I got a kit on me now, bitch

I just left the zombies
Now I'm chillin' with the palm trees
Huh, you can't find a broke nigga around me
If I said it, then it's set in stone, it's concrete
Ooh, ooh, ooh

[Cash Kidd]
Ayy
Ayy, pocket rocket
Heater in my jeans, that's a hot pocket
Opps hidin', they won't stop droppin' like they pop lockin'
Ayy, what you need? We got fire work, not a sky rocket
Bitch, I already f*cked, what you keep textin' for? DeShaun Watson
They was sleepin' on me, now it's boogers in my eye socket
Made me put that beam to your face like an eye doctor
Four-five f*ck you pussies up like it's cock blockin'If I get caught, ain't no tellin' like a Rottweiler
Big cheese, but I'm not smilin', but I'm trigger happy
Yellowbone suck me all day, I call her lil' Maggie
Huh, in Miami doin' scams like the City Girls, huh (The Coal Cash Collection)
In Miami with that Mickey like Disney World, huh

[BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Hold on, yeah, I'm on your block with the clip that curl, huh
And I'm still in the spot with that boy and that girl, huh
And I still get a pint every month on the first, huh (Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)
Shoot at a p*ssy nigga, talk 'bout it on a verse, huh
God forgive me, pull a skit right before I go to church, huh
And they like, "Lonnie, why that bitch always in your purse?"
Huh, 'cause the bitch gotta pay me 'fore I hit it first
I could teach you lil' niggas some real isms
Nigga, you wanna hit my bitch, huh, you gotta tip her
Huh, before you wanna diss me in a song, you better be with it
You wanna say somethin', keep it to yourself, get killed for criticism
Huh, I'm known to go dumb with the chopper, this bitch autistic
Niggas hatin' when my niggas come around, they know we rob labels
Niggas mad that I won't sign a deal, bitch, I'm too authentic
And man, y'all niggas need some luggage and heels 'cause y'all all bitches

I just left the zombies
Now I'm chillin' with the palm trees
Huh, you can't find a broke nigga around me
If I said it, then it's set in stone, it's concrete
Ooh, ooh, ooh

(The Coal Cash Collection)
(Ayo, Cash, I think we got one)

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