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Cash Kidd

Chances

 

Chances

(album: No Socks 2 - 2020)


Uh uh... psht... shoulda came in right there I ain't gon lie
Wait to hear me talk...

These dick suckin niggas remind me of that one nigga on the cheer team
And catch not one body just wanna dick swing
Speaking of that I got big cheese like I cheerlead
Please turn that Capo off before my ears bleed

Bank!

Can I hold a 20 ball? she said indeed [?]
Prada on my shoes red as hell like your bitch knees
Why'd you block her from my page? you know she miss me
I know she tired of being under, you let our bitch breathe!

Damn boy, you out here blocking like a right tackle
Buffing [?] lil ass bread what's this White Castle
At the set skywalking like I'm Mike Jackson
Shoes look spikier than a pineapple

Bums tryna beef, needa let me throw a sight at you
Walk a nigga down and they gon throw some rights at you
I just want a rich freak, I will not settle
Big belt, hanging off, I do not wrestle

Big strap hanging off, this bitch bisexual (pow pow)
Right into a rat bitch, like I'm dissecting
Yeah motherfuck yo vest we going upstairs
It's like diarrhea this shit stuck there

Huh boy if I really talk my shit it's gon be unfair
Dick hanging off yo bitch back like a truck's pair
Blues Clues, getting brain in my armchair
Skrt off on yo bitch, send her and her sir a bus fare

And I say that ironic
I'm getting slow head in a YSL turtleneck
Get bleeding like vaginas, waste no time
Throw the spikes on me quicker than a quarterback (real facts)

Chopsticks like Benihana's
Know you miss yo soft ass mans but he ain't never coming back
Water on me like I'm ice, 30k
If I smile at your bitch she might dump your ass

Cause you a follower
Get a mind of your own, grown dick swallower
Let a nigga temp (t) me like a thermometer
Bullets through his mouth he talking funny like he Jocelyn

Tch... I'm done I'm done
Let it ride

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