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Cash Kidd

Soul Snatcher

 

Soul Snatcher

(album: No Socks - 2020)


[Cash Kidd:]
(Another Faided beat)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm sorry, so sorry I broke your heart, yeah
But it never was that, huh
Yeah, I know you think I'm reckless for that, huh, ayy, yeah

Fuck the money, it's the time I ain't gon' never get back
When you switched, you broke my heart, thought we was better than that
I gave my dawg everything, still got stabbed in the back
But I ain't stressing, guess I learned another lesson from that
Fuck with the kid, we in your crib like the Cat in the Hat
Like a frat, we gon' step, like I'm traveling, ref
Yeah, I'm a star with a pole like the American flag
My niggas eating, but they hungry, I suggest not to flex
Like Rae Sremmurd
Yeah, they know better, huh
Yeah, I'm in the club with Yoshi and Live
And they known steppers, huh
Yeah, I brought your bitch to my world
And she said, "Why such cold weather?" Huh
Ayy, I'm paranoid, laying with two ratchets, huh
Feeling like the old Hefner, huh, ayy, ooh
Thousand-dollar shoes laying 'round, you would kill for 'em
You ain't made no money yet, bitch, you out here still hoing
Told her we gon' fuck after she suck, but I'ma still ho her
Catch a bullet from this Eagle, your new name Terrell Owens
Know they tryna block my goals now like I'm field goaling
Bitch, you mad I'm on my toes now, I ain't heel-toeing
First I was playing with this shit, now I for real want it
Ayy, now I'm real focused
Stabbed me in my back, but somehow my heart broke
Ran it way up, that lil' nigga Marc on, huh
We ain't washing clothes, but this one a large load, huh
Blues and oranges, I ain't talking bar close, huh
Swan hit my line, said pull up on Park Road
Just showed me a method, he got eighty smartphones
I was getting neck, the police said, "This park closed," huh
Bitch asked me to lick her, I said, "Bitch, the bar closed"
Ayy, yeah, shit take no effort, huh
If I point, what you think G and Money gon' do? They so extra, yeah
Out here fighting for my life tryna dodge the pen' like a pro wrestler
Ayy, big bad wolf, she gon' blow me in the crib, I'm a homewrecker, huh
New bitch, she a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, ooh
New stick, it's a soul-snatcher, huh, ayy, yeah
Five-six-seven forever, huh, ayy, ooh

[JaiSwan:]
These pussy ass niggas know better, huh, huh
Baby, I apologize if you ain't get your nut, I got mine
More hoes than the pole on a stop sign
Marc touching bricks, you would think he rock climb
I used to see through these lame hoes like hot fries
R.I.P Jeff, I'm so sorry, Don-Don
I got your back, I just hope you got mine
Your daddy, he a bitch, put him in my top five
Riding through the gravesite, that's where all the opps hiding
Uh, ayy, huh, I'm a tatted Grove member
Huh, what? Huh, we in house like we on tether, huh
Stab a nigga bitch like I'm Michael Myers on Goldmember, huh
Money rolling 'Wood after 'Wood after 'Wood, he got four splinters, huh
Gotta enjoy life before this shit end
So before I go, I want six kids
I need my kids to live for me if I didn't live
Nigga, let that sink in like you fix cribs
Dawg acting tough 'cause he 6'10"
Give that nigga sixty like six tens
I don't give a fuck if this his twin
Put a band on your fro like you Big Ben, huh, huh
Huh, I been with the cold sniffers, huh
I swear it's like them hoes do whatever I say, because they knows better, huh
This white nigga ran off, so I left that man dark, but I don't know Dexter, huh
Catch a body, then a first-class flight to Green Bay, I'm like, "Go Packers," huh, ayy
If you want me dead, just aim for the head
I thought we was homies, Cleo and Stoney
I heard what you said, I thought you was my mans
My mama told me you weren't for me

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