Correction Paroles Big Booty Nina par Cash Kidd

Featuring(s) : Peezy

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[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Spacy
(Can we have a check, please?)
Mm, ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, heh, ooh

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ratchet-ass rich bitch, where you at?
Got a big booty Nina in my lap
Lil' baby hit the road, bring it back
Nigga wanna hang with us, hit a hat
I gave up on love just to get some racks
I still got one that they tryna get me back
Huh, ayy, ayy
My bitch ain't worried, she know we don't ever lack

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
She feel safe, she know that he keep a Glock on
Switch states, woke up in another time zone
Gotta watch the back door and the side door
I know you love me, but you still want my spot, though
I feel likе a cheerleader, I got Palm on
Got thesе hoes all in heat 'cause we all froze
When I shop, got my tool with me
Please come drag me out Louis V
Took my soul, what you do to me
Ooh, she chokin' so beautifully
Ooh, I love me a eater, huh
I love me a eater, huh
Yeah, lil' scammin' bitch, where you at?
I'ma take you out of town, [?]
Huh, yeah, let me get some neck
Talkin' me to motherfuckin' death, ho

[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Shitted on me, now they tryna piggy-back
Comin' back for everything, yeah, give me that
I can't trust a soul, gotta keep a strap
He a snake, she a ho, he a rat
I need [?] right now, I need 'em bad
Four right now, need it bad
Lean man, can you please hit me back? (Yeah, please)
Why you wait to switch up on me on my worst days?
You weren't ever rootin' for me in the first place
Get a nigga knocked off like his shirt fake
Nigga better pick a side like an earthquake
She with me, double C what her purse say
Trap house full of scales like a mermaid
Trappin' ain't dead, man, these niggas just scared
Rich freak bitch, lil' baby, you rare

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & Peezy]
Ratchet-ass rich bitch, where you at?
Got a big booty Nina in my lap
Lil' baby hit the road, bring it back
Nigga wanna hang with us, hit a hat
I gave up on love just to get some racks
I still got one that they tryna get me back (Yeah)
Huh, ayy, ayy (Ghetto)
My bitch ain't worried, she know we don't ever lack

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Niggas goin' out sad (Yeah)
Lookin' for some love, not me (No)
I'm out of state, lookin' for a plug, I'm the one (I'm one)
I promise you, it's no one else above me (Promise)
Just made another ticket, now my future lookin' lovely (Right)
I got so many bitches and they all in love with me (For real)
I'm so turnt, they can't even get in touch with me (Who this?)
The label talkin' 'bout a million dollars, let me call you back (Hello)
I just spent it on clothes, fuck I'ma do with that? (Fuck I'ma do with that?)
I just jumped out a Rolls, went and jumped in a 'Cat (Yeah)
You can take me out the hood, but you know I'm comin' back (Facts)
Once a nigga take the stand, he can never take it back (He told)
Bought the bitch a chain, she can keep it, I don't want it back (She can keep it)
I'm thinkin' of a way to put my hood on the map (Let's go)
I'm thinkin' of a way to get my niggas out the trap (Let's go, nigga)
Rick Owen biker jacket on with the leather straps (Come on)
Rich ratchet bitch, textin' me, askin', "Where you at?" (Yeah)

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