Paroles de la chanson DORK! par Cash Kidd
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Paroles de la chanson DORK! par Cash Kidd
[Cash Kidd]
Tsh, huh
All gas, no brakes unless it's with your bitch
Big pointers on my ear, look like Lilo, Stitch
Finna unfollow my homie, niggas tender dick (No way, Hozay)
Tuh, switchy on the strap
Stupid nigga catch a bullet quicker than a slant
Your bitch want my son, told the bitch I ain't no plant
Big backend, got me feelin' like an ant (Ayy)
[Cash Kidd]
Big FN, I got rich best friends
Sega Genesis, had to blow that bitch back in
Get 'em blew, turn 'em to a ghost, Ms. Pacman
Tsh, huh
All gas, no brakes unless it's with your bitch
Big pointers on my ear, look like Lilo, Stitch
Finna unfollow my homie, niggas tender dick (No way, Hozay)
Tuh, switchy on the strap
Stupid nigga catch a bullet quicker than a slant
Your bitch want my son, told the bitch I ain't no plant
Big backend, got me feelin' like an ant (Ayy)
[Cash Kidd]
Big FN, I got rich best friends
Sega Genesis, had to blow that bitch back in
Get 'em blew, turn 'em to a ghost, Ms. Pacman
Shoot fifty, then throw the extra clip back in
Served a nigga all shake like a quick lap dance, huh
Hit his bitch, now he wanna kill Cash Kidd, huh
My girlfriend boyfriend a dweeb
She all in my thread 'cause I sold her a dream
Boy, please, I can't argue with no geek, you pathetic
You found out your bitch was cheatin' and start treatin' her better, huh
Ayy, I got more bills than the state Alabama
I hit your bitch off a blunt, I'm J. Alexanders
Them boys beggin' me for hits, straight out the slammer
With my brother at your door, I ain't Shilo Sanders
Sloppy with the throat and ain't got no manners
My hand under your girl dress like Shai Alexander
Served a nigga all shake like a quick lap dance, huh
Hit his bitch, now he wanna kill Cash Kidd, huh
My girlfriend boyfriend a dweeb
She all in my thread 'cause I sold her a dream
Boy, please, I can't argue with no geek, you pathetic
You found out your bitch was cheatin' and start treatin' her better, huh
Ayy, I got more bills than the state Alabama
I hit your bitch off a blunt, I'm J. Alexanders
Them boys beggin' me for hits, straight out the slammer
With my brother at your door, I ain't Shilo Sanders
Sloppy with the throat and ain't got no manners
My hand under your girl dress like Shai Alexander
You niggas frontin' like Rosa Parks
All these hoes these niggas cuffed, they belong to Marc, huh (Me)
I'm in the striker, havin' sex in a stolen car
Got two chicks with me like Noah's Ark
On the boat with your baby mama, nails glowin' dark
She finna treat my dick like the world's longest straw (Hahaha)
Ayy, huh, your bitch want backshots, but I closed the bar
Huh, you little niggas poor (Broke)
Every time it's smoke, I bring it to a nigga door (Ayy)
Yeah, big pointers on my earrings like a fork
We ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, niggas dorks
Ooh, a switch on me on airplane in New York
Big money, feel like BandGang on a whore (Uh-huh)
All these hoes these niggas cuffed, they belong to Marc, huh (Me)
I'm in the striker, havin' sex in a stolen car
Got two chicks with me like Noah's Ark
On the boat with your baby mama, nails glowin' dark
She finna treat my dick like the world's longest straw (Hahaha)
Ayy, huh, your bitch want backshots, but I closed the bar
Huh, you little niggas poor (Broke)
Every time it's smoke, I bring it to a nigga door (Ayy)
Yeah, big pointers on my earrings like a fork
We ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, niggas dorks
Ooh, a switch on me on airplane in New York
Big money, feel like BandGang on a whore (Uh-huh)
Yeah, boy, I'm bust down like a tour (Yup)
I can see the whole fuckin' town from my porch, stupid-ass nigga
[HBK]
Bitch said I look twenty-five, I'm in my light thirties
She comin' home with me, she put on a white jersey
Fucked her first night, woke up and booked her flight early
Shooter while I'm cookin' Jamaican food, yeah, I'm like Curry
Cash Kidd want me on this bitch? I'm 'bout to snap like him
Both our name Kid? Fuck it, might as well act like him
This a Don C., why would I lie? I ain't gon' cap like you
I can see the whole fuckin' town from my porch, stupid-ass nigga
[HBK]
Bitch said I look twenty-five, I'm in my light thirties
She comin' home with me, she put on a white jersey
Fucked her first night, woke up and booked her flight early
Shooter while I'm cookin' Jamaican food, yeah, I'm like Curry
Cash Kidd want me on this bitch? I'm 'bout to snap like him
Both our name Kid? Fuck it, might as well act like him
This a Don C., why would I lie? I ain't gon' cap like you
Bitch, call me when you done bleedin', don't call me when you back cyclin' (Cyclin')
Thirty pointers in my chain, it's in the second quarter
Told my ex to dump me, I ain't shit and it was better for her
I can't trust a bitch, she live in Vegas and she never whore
Give me my motherfuckin' Louis, I don't need wine when I'm in the store
[DaBoii]
And every time I'm in the store, I spend five or better
Late up on your payment? Yeah, aight, you gotta pay me extra
Niggas get 'round hoes and start to lyin', say they pressed me? Never
Thirty pointers in my chain, it's in the second quarter
Told my ex to dump me, I ain't shit and it was better for her
I can't trust a bitch, she live in Vegas and she never whore
Give me my motherfuckin' Louis, I don't need wine when I'm in the store
[DaBoii]
And every time I'm in the store, I spend five or better
Late up on your payment? Yeah, aight, you gotta pay me extra
Niggas get 'round hoes and start to lyin', say they pressed me? Never
Had to kick the bitch up out the whip, she fuckin' up my leather
And who the fuck say I'm hidin' like we ain't outside?
Put them babies on you, they tryna eat, bitch, it's chow time
Sendin' through five hundred shells if it's about mine
Gang finally caught they first hat, nigga, about time
You really think you fuckin' with me? Put a dub up
Throwin' ones and all the strippers turn the club up
Yeah, if you got a victim to your name, hold your gun up
You ain't never seen a hun' or better? Shut the fuck up
And who the fuck say I'm hidin' like we ain't outside?
Put them babies on you, they tryna eat, bitch, it's chow time
Sendin' through five hundred shells if it's about mine
Gang finally caught they first hat, nigga, about time
You really think you fuckin' with me? Put a dub up
Throwin' ones and all the strippers turn the club up
Yeah, if you got a victim to your name, hold your gun up
You ain't never seen a hun' or better? Shut the fuck up
Fifty-dollar jeans up on my body, but it's bands in 'em
Made that shit a play about some money, know my hand's in it
Tryna flip your cash? Talk to me, this ain't no scam, nigga
Bitch pussy a waterpark for real, did my dance in it
[StuntHard Buda]
That lil' bitch that you love, I be playin' in her throat (What?)
Got the button on this bitch, press this shit like a remote
All that talkin', dog a ho, when we bump "Murder She Wrote"
All the opps in the new 'za, so it's murder what I smoke
Made that shit a play about some money, know my hand's in it
Tryna flip your cash? Talk to me, this ain't no scam, nigga
Bitch pussy a waterpark for real, did my dance in it
[StuntHard Buda]
That lil' bitch that you love, I be playin' in her throat (What?)
Got the button on this bitch, press this shit like a remote
All that talkin', dog a ho, when we bump "Murder She Wrote"
All the opps in the new 'za, so it's murder what I smoke
Like, roll another pussy
If I catch him and he slippin', then I'm murderin' that pussy (Go)
I'm a vet' with this shit, niggas know I ain't no rookie
On the edge with a fully, niggas know they ain't gon' push me, nigga (Woo)
It's like everything I am, these niggas try to be (What?)
Do she cream or she squirt? That's what I'm tryna see (Yeah)
Off a E, nigga, F you, don't even got a G (Yeah)
Any alter', then I'm clutchin' like I gotta pee
If I catch him and he slippin', then I'm murderin' that pussy (Go)
I'm a vet' with this shit, niggas know I ain't no rookie
On the edge with a fully, niggas know they ain't gon' push me, nigga (Woo)
It's like everything I am, these niggas try to be (What?)
Do she cream or she squirt? That's what I'm tryna see (Yeah)
Off a E, nigga, F you, don't even got a G (Yeah)
Any alter', then I'm clutchin' like I gotta pee
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