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MuthaFucka
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Rocky Badd
Featuring(s) : CashKidd
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[Cash Kidd] Hold up, Jimmy roll up Label blowing up my line, I just hung the phone up Hit me back when them numbers go up Nigga get a bag, like you gotta throw up Hold up Before rap, I was a muthaf*cka Yeah Wanted that jacket like a muthaf*cka Aye But they was taxing like a muthaf*cka Aye So we was jacking like a muthaf*cka Trapping like a muthaf*cka Strapped just like a muthaf*cka Make a nigga whip disappear, like he Wonder Woman Bad bitches on both sides, like I'm double dutching Leave a bitch Dm on read, like a nutter butter Rip Jeff, Rip Red We like blood brothers Counting money, holding back tears Like I'm cutting onions Jumpman Jumpman, that boy up to something Couple hunnid, they gone peal you off like you up to something Nigga Give a f*ck bout how you feel bitch I pay my own bills and I pay my momma bills And I pay my bitch bills, I ain't even sign no deals I don't got no time to chill, buffed up like a body build Line em up, fire drill Catch a net, soccer field Catch a net, like a goalie Gotta ride with choppas still On the road, a thousand pills Left the read or writer chill On the stage with that ratchet, they should call me dolla bill Nigga Yeah On the stage, get the clapping like Dr. Phil Nigga These niggas just rapping bout the shit, they not for real nigga [Rocky Badd] Hold on They not for real I heard the bitches just be rapping, they not for real I see they like bitches capping, I be for real Know I pull up make shit happen, without a deal Woah If you miss me, put them titties on my FaceTime Getting head from two bitches at the same time Getting bread from two niggas, while I save mine I'll die before I'll ever let them take mine I be working out on bitches like I'm bench pressed Ain't stressing out on no niggas, tell a bitch yes I'm a roll on a stripper, leave a big mess On the phone talking business, need a big bag Yeah they big mad, prices going up Nails getting longer, so they cost more Need a big check, put that little chicken up Now you got a pair feet, and it cost for me to talk more It ain't shit a rap bitch gone do to me Glock 9 on my hip, this bitch glued to me Old bitch can't stay away, I guess she use to me Told that bitch to learn her place, she a used to be Ain't no talking when I finally catch em out in traffic I'm from that way and down to scrap it, so I guess I'm ratchet I made a wave, and still ain't bragging Muthaf*cka asking I played it sweet, you tried to eat they blessings I touched a lot of shit these bitches had to f*ck for But not a lot of shit these bitches would've f*cked for I think he love me, let him eat it Wouldn't bust for Yo nigga picked me, when you see me, what you tough for? You can never say you seen me with my head down Cause ain't no hoe in my blood, better stand down Old friends with the opps, guess they friends now Let me catch them not he's out, it's a man down All of a sudden everybody got they hands out Lil bitch who wasn't with me, put yo hands down Now everybody wanna rap and get fans now Suck a dick whoever pooping, want a friend now If anything, I be cutting bitches off This is weird and they lost Made them get the f*ck off Know you hurt to see me winning Know you sick I ain't lost Told that bitch, “I'm the boss” Gave that lame bitch a toss Been seen what a rap nigga head like I ain't worried what a rap bitch laying like Cause they know how this rap bitch playing right I got Killas, but they quicker when you pay em right
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