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Cash Kidd - Yea Freestyle Lyrics



Cash Kidd - Yea Freestyle Lyrics
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[ Featuring NoCap ]

(You just found the plug)
(I like that, Anton)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ooh

Black Friday, I got dick ten percent off
Yeah, I just flee on the cops, I know they ticked off
Yeah, pissed off 'cause his pockets full of lint balls
Yeah, house sittin' on a cliff, I'm a big dog
Yeah, niggas broke and still scared, boy, it's just fraud
Why they hatin' on your baby? Let me get off
Boy, your ass a homebody, you like Ms. Claus
Ayy, get some motion, nigga
I got rich off hoeing niggas, I'ma keep on hoeing niggas
How the f*ck did you fall in love with a homeless nigga?
Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he done cried the ho a river
All my haters look like crackheads, they broke, old, and bitter
Every time I step outside, that shit a motion picture
In one day, I touched more dough than a Jehovah Witness
Ayy, hey, what the f*ck you give me, Nell? It taste like bubblegum
I just broke a bitch heart and healed another one
I got twenty thousand on me, stealin' honey buns
Boy, your pockets got skinny, you like Buddy Love
A goofy think I'll let my brother go one-on-one
I got something for his stupid ass right here
Yeah, your bitch dreamed that I stabbed her, this a nightmare
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I do not care
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, put a Perc' in her butt, told her, "Giddy up"
Hey, nigga touch one of us, turn the city up
Ayy, I can say what I want now, I'm rich as f*ck
I do what I want now, I'm lit as f*ck
Hatin' on the Kidd, now he dead as f*ck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you love me? She say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All that dissin', when we catch him, he better wear it like a wig
In Detroit, I know some hustlers, wanted cash since they was kids
Money talk, nigga, you cut off your damn lips
Bro in the cut, he catch a body for a chopped whip
Ain't gangbang, but them hollows got him throwin' up Blood
They caught lil' homie at the light and smoked him just like a bud
You switched on me, but say I'm trippin', how I'm 'posed to react?
If you knew you wasn't gon' come through, why you promised me that?
Ayy, you can't call me by my government
You don't get them privileges like my other bitch
If I didn't f*ck the bitch, Foreign f*cked the bitch
Draco sittin' in the car, need some punishment
Both of my wrists filled up with ice, two ain't enough arms
Don't try the G.O.A.T, I'll have his mama buying suits for him
I'm on the tour bus with some killers and some pill poppers
Crooked smiles, I got some llamas for you grasshoppers
Beat the cat and call her later, I'm a real problem
Wanna go spin after I ate, but I got mills callin'
No, it wasn't workin', so I just fired her like a manager
Way too bipolar and she be doing the bare minimum
My mother say, "Don't let 'em come back if they don't finish 'em"
My bro be servin' J's on the low, I call 'em Jennifer
Put her in Ferragamo, that's the only way I cuff her
She say she like my rhymes, so it's easy for me to bust her
Send him up to the sky, won't pay if you say you scraped him
One hand on my fork, the other one under the table
I gotta eat with this bitch on me (I gotta eat with this bitch on me)
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(You just found the plug)
(I like that, Anton)

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ooh

Black Friday, I got dick ten percent off
Yeah, I just flee on the cops, I know they ticked off
Yeah, pissed off 'cause his pockets full of lint balls
Yeah, house sittin' on a cliff, I'm a big dog
Yeah, niggas broke and still scared, boy, it's just fraud
Why they hatin' on your baby? Let me get off
Boy, your ass a homebody, you like Ms. Claus
Ayy, get some motion, nigga
I got rich off hoeing niggas, I'ma keep on hoeing niggas
How the f*ck did you fall in love with a homeless nigga?
Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he done cried the ho a river
All my haters look like crackheads, they broke, old, and bitter
Every time I step outside, that shit a motion picture
In one day, I touched more dough than a Jehovah Witness
Ayy, hey, what the f*ck you give me, Nell? It taste like bubblegum
I just broke a bitch heart and healed another one
I got twenty thousand on me, stealin' honey buns
Boy, your pockets got skinny, you like Buddy Love
A goofy think I'll let my brother go one-on-one
I got something for his stupid ass right here
Yeah, your bitch dreamed that I stabbed her, this a nightmare
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I do not care
Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I don't give a f*ck
Yeah, put a Perc' in her butt, told her, "Giddy up"
Hey, nigga touch one of us, turn the city up
Ayy, I can say what I want now, I'm rich as f*ck
I do what I want now, I'm lit as f*ck
Hatin' on the Kidd, now he dead as f*ck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do you love me? She say
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

All that dissin', when we catch him, he better wear it like a wig
In Detroit, I know some hustlers, wanted cash since they was kids
Money talk, nigga, you cut off your damn lips
Bro in the cut, he catch a body for a chopped whip
Ain't gangbang, but them hollows got him throwin' up Blood
They caught lil' homie at the light and smoked him just like a bud
You switched on me, but say I'm trippin', how I'm 'posed to react?
If you knew you wasn't gon' come through, why you promised me that?
Ayy, you can't call me by my government
You don't get them privileges like my other bitch
If I didn't f*ck the bitch, Foreign f*cked the bitch
Draco sittin' in the car, need some punishment
Both of my wrists filled up with ice, two ain't enough arms
Don't try the G.O.A.T, I'll have his mama buying suits for him
I'm on the tour bus with some killers and some pill poppers
Crooked smiles, I got some llamas for you grasshoppers
Beat the cat and call her later, I'm a real problem
Wanna go spin after I ate, but I got mills callin'
No, it wasn't workin', so I just fired her like a manager
Way too bipolar and she be doing the bare minimum
My mother say, "Don't let 'em come back if they don't finish 'em"
My bro be servin' J's on the low, I call 'em Jennifer
Put her in Ferragamo, that's the only way I cuff her
She say she like my rhymes, so it's easy for me to bust her
Send him up to the sky, won't pay if you say you scraped him
One hand on my fork, the other one under the table
I gotta eat with this bitch on me (I gotta eat with this bitch on me)
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Writer: Kobe Crawford, Marc Anthony Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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Performed By: Cash Kidd
Featuring: NoCap
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Kobe Crawford, Marc Anthony Smith

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