Correction Lyrics ESPN by Cash Kidd

Featuring(s) : ALLBLACK

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Lyrics

[Cash Kidd]
These niggas crazy
(JayGotThePlug)
Man, I don't give a f*ck, I don't care, bro
You gon' keep talkin' 'bout my bitch and
How other bitches do this, do that, I don't give a f*ck, nigga
I love my bitch
f*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout?
Bae said she gon' get me rich, she gon' get me rich
She ain't gon' lie to daddy
Ayy

My bitch a prostitute, don't give a f*ck, I still love her
She been out bein' a ho all night, I still cuffed her
Your bitch f*ckin' for free, broke as hell, you still trust her
Pill stuffer, sell p*ssy and strip, real hustler
She said, "Daddy, I'ma make us real rich this summer"
She do Lyft when she bored, but she a better dick sucker
I send hits when I'm bored, but I'm a better script buster
White buffs, black tint, I look like Uncle Phil butler

[Cash Kidd]
ESPN, my bitch got play of the week
When my brother died, they tried to blame it on me
Catch a nigga lackin', put his face on a tee
Gon' see the K on his head like he play for the Chiefs
Ooh, Jay on the beat, I told him cook up some heat
Never had a big homie, I looked up to me
When I needed bond, you ain't put up the cheese
Same bitches tryna bond 'cause I got twenty on me
Balenciaga shoes, the VLONE hoodie was free
The best things in life free, but my bitch p*ssy a fee
Call me Santa, slide down, get the cookie, and leave
Can't be a heart surgeon, you see what I do to these beats?
You gave your heart to her? You see what I do to these freaks?
My niggas switched on me, f*ck it, I ain't losin' no sleep
Pull up, pack a nigga out like he gon' move in a week
After I nut, bitch, scoot over, I need room when I sleep
You clout chase and still broke, that's as sad as it gets
Broke the bitch heart, told her we better as friends
When I see that nigga, I'ma smack him again
Kidnap him, tie him up like he ain't havin' no kids
Loud pass me the chopper, he say that's my assist
Only hit her one time, she say, "That's my dick"
Bitch, I ain't cuffin' no ho, you can ask my bitch
Just gave the bouncer somethin' light so he don't pat my hip
Ayy, I got forty thousand on me, boy, don't make me put it on you
f*cked his mama, told her, "You should hear what your son be puttin' on you"
Told my pops I can't cuff, feel like only my hooker know me
Gettin' cream, tote banana clips, but ain't no pudding on me, nigga

[ALLBLACK]
Bought a red bottom bag, I told her fill it up
Dropped a rack on track cleats, got me Balenci'd up
Wore Off-White, that butter shit, tryna beat they ass
Ready to bust a nigga head like I bang Ku Klux Klan
Dominique [?][2:22] like young Richmond Webb
Up a Hublot on my neck off deer tears in the sand
Thought I was Trig the way I'm on the dice beatin' they ass
Thought I was RV on the Ducks how I kick one so fast
Bank account lookin' right, I'm pimpin' for another comma
If I ain't have my pants down, I would've sent my baby mama
Blue forty-two, set hike, I'm ALLBLACK the play runner
Reach for anything I got, I'll leave your top off like Gunna
Got a letter in the mail sayin' they tapped my phone
If the bitch ain't tryna ho, she goin' in the friend zone
She said, "I love your face tats, what's RPGO?"
I told her, "Thank you, bitch, it's Real Pimpin' Goin' On"

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