HML - Cash Kidd

Dark skin, big dick, with bands you can’t beat it

Busting up the leaves she said «Damn you can’t eat it?»

Bitch hell naw, I ain’t your friend I’m conceited

I’m the man bitch you see it, diamonds dance like Aaliyah

Right hand up to Jesus, ion like her, Lil Mike her

Give me head if you thieving, I ain’t staying bitch I’m leaving

Hit her friend got her singing like the Pledge of Allegiance

Getting bread like a pita, yo' bitch ran like a cheetah

My P popped a Xan and he leaning I’mma pray for him

I woke up counting bands it’s a great morning, I’m on a roll like I’m

skateboarding

The 40 on me I stay with that big bitch but I ain’t Norbit

2 cellphones and your bitch ain’t got either number, lil bitch always tryna see

me but I’m Stevie Wonder

She gave me head and I ain’t even fuck her, I need a cover, I’m cold these

niggas chilly like Keke Palmer

How you doing pussy nigga?

(How ya' doing?)

We been eating good

If I had one wish like Ray J, I wish a nigga would

Bitch I’m from the East Side, 6 Mile nigga

All these niggas tryna get down with us

Oh no, make a bitch go home, throw a peace sign nigga

Leave that bitch hanging like a bee hive nigga

I’m chilling, chilling, chilling in this bitch

Boy I’m feeling like the shit up in this bitch

Nigga that’s your girl, I’m gon' toss some tints up in that bitch

Tell her «Suck a nigga dick up in this bitch I’m the man»

Recognize a motherfuckin' boss when you see one

You a pussy boy, I see through you like Capri-Sun

Fuck for five minutes, then I tell that bitch «we done»

I make her bring it back, bring it back like a refund

Oh no, shout out my nigga E, real nigga since day one shout out my nigga G

Snapback fresh lineup, shout out my nigga Fe

Make your bitch give me head put on a rubber she use teeth

Shoot the chopper at his feet when it’s hotter than a beach

Nigga pick your favorite picture I’m gon prop it on a tee

Hit the booth and go crazy when I’m hopping on the beat

Ask about us we get it popping on the East (Pussy)

I got some real niggas in the West too

When I shoot your girl better wear a vest too

Bitch you stay tryna talk about your ex-boo, Ian tryna hear that shit,

bitch what that neck do

Cause I ain’t cuffin-ating, my pimping underrated, all these hoes treat us like

we fucking famous

Getting head in public places, ion give a fuck if the police catch me with a

pistol at least I wasn’t dangling

Walk in the club he staring at my wrist, while I’m staring at his bitch,

while she staring at my dick

On my mama I am not a fucking lick, fuck you mean, come and see, Cash Kidd,

double «D»

Fuck with me motherfucker

Fuck with me motherfucker

Fuck with me motherfucker

Fuck with me motherfucker

Hit my line, hoe

Uh, Free Lee they got my mans up in the slammer

Niggas tryna nail me so my hand stay on the hammer

You’ll see your life flash like a camera

Banana clips put you to sleep, call that bananas in pajamas

Fuck a bitch then call her a rat where’s my manners, never call her back after

I smash her

Got your main bitch on my lap and I ain’t Santa Claus pause

I ball like I got cancer, you know that mean I ball like Amber Rose,

Y’all dick sucking more than Amber Cole

I make it reindeer but I ain’t prancer, no

I’mma bout to start Wild N' Out like the Nick Cannon show, bitch

Fuck with me motherfucker (Hoe)

Fuck with me motherfucker (Hoe)

Fuck with me motherfucker (Hoe)

Hit my line, hoe