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Gift From God
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Cash Kidd
Featuring(s) : BagBoy Mell
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Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas Helluva made this beat, baby Yeah, I don't want your bitch, she still basic I got M's on my mind that I'm chasin' now A nigga try to take my chain, he couldn't take it Left him dead in the street, he ain't make it now Niggas playin' both sides, better pick a side I got some extended bullets that'll pick your ride You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide She open up just like a present, I'm a gift from God [Cash Kidd] Boy, if you knew you was soft as hell, why even start beef? Must've left his heart in the house, five heartbeats (p*ssy) Went to see my PO with it on the car seat (No cap) Now that I'm froze, bitches tryna restart things Heard about dawg, that shit crazy, damn, how that shit happen? These niggas gon' die dirty, like Michael Jackson Dirty Diana, you don't get it? Y'all some idiots (Dummy) Once I get mad, I'm on go, I'm not hearing shit Put that bitch in the corner 'cause she disobedient (No cap) Taught my nigga how to read and write like I teach English Said you heard a nigga gon' do what? Man, is you serious? What you think these banana clips for? Man, I'm just curious Told all my bitches we a team, that's all y'all dick May the best p*ssy win, ain't payin' all y'all rent Ayy, y'all know who got that dog shit Got your dog hit, talk shit like I'm Bart Simp Damn shame I gotta take the Draco on our mall trips Damn shame you see a wife, I see another lost bitch Bitch think I'm pressed, she must not know I do this often Up in the morning on that road, but I ain't joggin' Flexed in a stolen joyride and I was like, "Aw, man" My nigga G-Mil hit me in the LIV, we had all cans We tried to run, they point a gun, said put up our hands Did the dash on they ass, we stood all ten They boxed us in but it ain't work like I called in One thing I know, them tables turn, but this ain't our van Yeah, twenty cars, nineteen of 'em fraudlent If I shine, my brother shine, but I ain't Marlon, ayy Heart got broke so many times, now I ain't got one Niggas in secret competition, I just caught on But it's cool p*ssy good, but you can't spend the night, huh Just threw a bag at my nigga like a pillowfight Told me to invest, he got some shit can get us rich tonight Should've wore a vest, them niggas must been off that Miler Lite Online, punching my son toys and shit, all Fisher-Price Whack a nigga outside of the club, then purchase a flight Yeah, I don't want your bitch, she still basic I got M's on my mind that I'm chasin' now A nigga try to take my chain, he couldn't take it Left him dead in the street, he ain't make it now Niggas playin' both sides, better pick a side I got some extended bullets that'll pick your ride You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide She open up just like a present, I'm a gift from God
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