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Say Less
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Cash Kidd
Featuring(s) : Brielle Lesley
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[Brielle Lesley] I done came up I'm the same one, never changed up I been gettin' to the bag, gettin' to the bag Guess that's why they mad, guess that's why they mad I don't wanna see no new faces They ain't helpin' niggas beat these cases Pay them lawyer fees, now they good now I done helped my family out the hood now I done did everything I said It was all bad, now it feel good to be ahead It was all scams, had to find ways to feed the team, yeah I remember it was just a dream, yeah I know they been prayin' on my downfall Tell them boys stay blessed I don't even wanna be around y'all I'ma glow up, say less, say less, yeah Let 'em talk, I'ma let the moves speak, say less, yeah All pros on these hoes, go up, say less, yeah If they ain't with you then you gotta let 'em go, say less, yeah And I'll die for you, ever see me fold, say less [Cash Kidd] I just knocked down a gay bitch, no cap Ain't want to put it in my song 'cause I might go back Damn, p*ssy so wet, ass so fat Threw the neck all night, where my soul at? Hundred worth of blues, twenty straps, I won't post that Pass my old hoes to the gang, let my bro crack Forty pump a nigga up like he got low gas Pull up, chop shit down like i mow grass Bitches tryna hit my line, that's my old jack Change my number on them hoes, I can't go back Y'all stop postin' that lil' bitch, that's my old rat I ain't gon' lie, that bitch bad with her broke ass, ayy Bro just got his gun license, let me tote mags Would've had mine but 12 caught my slow ass Bloat ass, bitch p*ssy good but she got no ass Ho ass, up the clip on you like for sure mag Big stick, make you disappear like I know witchcraft Knock some pounds off your ass, forty slim fast Punchin' sweet, blowin' woods, rubbin' your bitch ass My bars and kids everywhere like this gym class Man these hoes, they suck everybody, shit sad Thought I found the one for me, that shit switched fast Twenty bands in my luggage, let me get past Scuff my Balencis, f*ck around, smack your bitch ass Lil' niggas out here cuffin' hoes that they mans hit And then try to beef with him 'bout that same bitch Makin' threats all on Twitter on some lame shit Nigga I don't do no typin', I'm like Rae Sremm Press my button and I'm blastin' like a spaceship Got a show, we in the Sprinter with like eight sticks Yeah, had to get my cheese straight like braces These niggas tryna steal my sauce, they like plankton Big pimpin', I got ten on me, all hoes Got another ten strip on me off shows Mel got a twenty ball on him off bows Swan got a dub on him all off phones Since he hidin', we gon' pay to get dog gone Bullets hit his grill up like some charcoal, ayy All that backstabbin' turned my heart cold Numb the pain with the money, I can't let the scars show, ayy
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