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Kiddnapper
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Cash Kidd
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b*t*h, I don't need you, one slip-up, you fired (Damazin Beats) Count a sixty in her face to remind her She said money don't impress her, she a liar But sh*t, f**k it, I was just gon' try to buy her (f**k it) Miss my head hunter, this one lame n***a wifed her I'm sick, I can't lie, that neck was fire Hoes that was mean all the sudden got nicer Big thirty hangin' on the pole like a flyer (Ayy) Racks in these Amiris got these b*t*hes fittin' tighter, huh Put a bag on your head like a hiker Shout out Swan, he a fool with that rider Testin' cards, I just swiped my son a box of diapers Catch a body, then I'm stabbin' off, Michael Myers (Skrrt) She suckin' d**k for hours, this might be an all-nighter (All night) You brag about sh*t I did as a minor (Lil' n***a) On the road strapped up like a biker (I'm strapped) Tryna get in hoes' head, I don't wanna f**k 'em (Good) I know she don't love me, she just wanna bubble Caught an opp, he tried to shake my hand, he ain't want no trouble (Hah) Beat his goofy ass, I ain't wanna bust him (pu**y) Yeah, I want the whole script, I don't just want a couple (Get 'em all) And I know you middleman, now give your bro my number Five-six, know the meaning of this sh*t Gettin' chauffeured, you can't see me through the tint Fresh as dog sh*t and I ain't even take a pic I apologize, I ain't mean to take your b*t*h, huh (Sorry) Say when she leave me, she wish she could take my d**k, ayy But she can't even take my d**k (Ayy), ayy She said, "Can we take a trip?" Yeah Do you got your L's? Alright, bet, this gon' be lit Make it back, we gon' be rich, bet whatever on the six Happy birthday, know they wish that they could blow because I'm lit, ayy My dawg Rollie blew out like your b*t*h pu**y These n***as hoes like they big sisters (Hoes) Love my Glock and her twin sister (I do) b*t*h asked me where I been, told her gettin' to it (Gettin' to it) My dawg said I'm big G.O.A.T., not just with the music You can listen to these n***as, tell they been influenced Got the brain from a college fan, but the b*t*h was stupid Record label tryna take my soul, your b*t*h beat him to it Hah, you know good and well (You know goddamn well) They gon' keep runnin' in your people crib, all you rap about is juggs and scams, ayy, huh, ayy Just ate good off a ham, I'm 'bout full as hell, huh, ayy Forgot I was gettin' head, this Netflix movie good as hell, huh, ayy And I punched that too, ayy If you ain't gang, don't trust me, I'll jugg you (I will) Heard your dawg in the 'spital, hope he pull through Your other mans ain't make it, aww, boohoo (Aww) I'm sick about it, we was tryna whack you too He sick about every time he go on YouTube I'm sick I kinda miss it, she said, "I bet you do," huh I'm thinkin' now you got me on some kind of voodoo, huh I fix your problem with this tool since your screws loose These hoes y'all pay to f**k pay to f**k me Online shoppin' with my b*t*h, she like, "Punch these" (I got these) Whacked a broke opp n***a, thought he had some money Until I punched the donation to his GoFundMe (Ayy) b*t*h, knock it off, your n***a soft as hell, trust me (Ayy, trust me) Probably beat your ass at the crib, but he won't touch me (At all) It be the ones hatin' actin' like they love me Ain't givin' passes like I ain't have time to study But did my homework, whipped the stick out like I'm musty Red bottoms, killed the whole scene, brought a Chucky Thick b*t*h took a Percocet with her buddy b*t*h, stop talkin' me to death, come and suck me Balenciagas fat as hell, get your face stomped Put my brother on the show, I'll take a pay cut Just jugged a lame tryna fit in with some fake Runtz, huh Said I don't f**k with BB-dubs 'til I got ate up, huh Ayy, ran that sh*t up, huh Hit her on her work break, then bought that b*t*h lunch, huh If my cousin with the opps, then he can get slumped Big pump make a b*t*h jump like the hiccups In an opp hood gettin' gas, I'm so comfortable I just slid in your b*t*h DMs, she so vulnerable Gettin' cheese, I'm a card cracker like a Lunchable She pay me for the d**k and she get spent, it's not refundable b*t*h, don't look me in my eyes while I'm f**kin' you I ain't judgin' you, but you a nat, ain't tryna c*m in you Gettin' big bills off them pills like the Huxtables Ayy, b*t*h, ayy, get to actin' dumb, huh One rapper, five sticks like a pack of gum, huh Pass 'em out to the team, get you whacked for nothin' I was gon' stop her when I bust, but she was havin' fun I open doors for these n***as like a snatch and run (I open doors for these n***as like a snatch and run) Up the pole, he thought we was finna catch the ones Lil' b*t*h a kidnapper, she snatched my sons (Damazin Beats)
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