I’m The 1

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[Intro: Cash Kidd] (I'm Kured) Nah, though, for real, though, be honest, though What you gon' do if I just smacked the shit out you? Like for real, though Ayy, look [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'm the one with all the hoes, niggas know it All my bitches demons, be with animals like Noah Rich stepper, said she love how I don't show it Ugly Black rich nigga, feel like Boa Why all the cameras goin' off? 'Cause I got motion Runnin' up a check, I used to have roaches Ironic 'cause my bitch a Barbie and she frozen Double-C on her hand, it ain't Coca-Cola [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Blah-blah, whatever, ho, shut the fuck up Your nigga broke and you disgust me 'cause you fuck bums She said all niggas the same, told her uh-uh They wanna fuck you, I just want you for them hunduns How you gon' jump me if I'm ridin' with a hun' bun? Clip swirl in the middle like a hon' bun She suckin' dick, throwin' gang signs, thug love FedEx keep droppin' off Apples like Grubhub Trust me, I got no relations with the ho She ain't makin' pizza, but I made her hit the door Said she want Gucci, Louis to the floor Feel like King Von, I just hit her with the O, bitch I don't give a fuck, what you tellin' me for? Eyein' like he tough, might have to leave, bro Diamond in the rough, we'll turn the beat on Still'll walk right out and bust, let my car keys go, nigga [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'm the one with all the hoes, niggas know it All my bitches demons, be with animals like Noah Rich stepper, said she love how I don't show it Ugly Black rich nigga, feel like Boa Why all the cameras goin' off? 'Cause I got motion Runnin' up a check, I used to have roaches Ironic 'cause my bitch a Barbie and she frozen Double-C on her hand, it ain't Coca-Cola [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Big Cuban on my neck, bitch, I'm glowin' You ain't got no water on, you look like Moses I'm washin' off the Hellcat like it ain't stolen Finna give this bitch a tune-up, Nickelodeon Your bitch think I'm all that like Nickelodeon Right now, she in timeout for suckin' inappropriate I got all type of flavors, Neapolitan Big mansion got a lot of halls like pneumonia hit I'm on Gunston and McNichols with the stick hangin' Fuckin' on an opp ho, your man a bitch, ain't he? Just finished hoopin', she gon' suck it while the dick stankin' We puttin' 'bows in the air like when it quit rainin' I got two words for the opps, quit danglin' Voice echo in the mansion like this bitch vacant Ever since he lost his baby like a temptation His crew got more soft like a tenth-grader [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'm the one with all the hoes, niggas know it All my bitches demons, be with animals like Noah Rich stepper, said she love how I don't show it Ugly Black rich nigga, feel like Boa Why all the cameras goin' off? 'Cause I got motion Runnin' up a check, I used to have roaches Ironic 'cause my bitch a Barbie and she frozen Double-C on her hand, it ain't Coca-Cola [Verse 3: FMB DZ] Whoop, you know I still got my Glock on me I'll put you in a trick bag, and we not homies Brodie hit a brick across the head and put a knot on him I don't want no friendly hoes around me, what you got for me? Broke bitches jump in my DM and I ignore 'em It ain't no money over there, then I ain't goin' Marc don't even wanna talk to the bitch if she ain't scorin' You know what happen when you water flowers, they start growin' You know what happen when you play with us, we start blowin' Got the killers with me goin' state to state, now they tourin' Got a sale for a lil' P, meet me on the Warren [?][2:47] Rich stepper, if you catch me in a striker, it's a foreign Cash Kidd trailin' me, feds tellin' him the horn Hangin' out the window tryna figure out who really goin' I'm a bean and pie seller, nigga, you's a lil' fella [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'm the one with all the hoes, niggas know it All my bitches demons, be with animals like Noah Rich stepper, said she love how I don't show it Ugly Black rich nigga, feel like Boa Why all the cameras goin' off? 'Cause I got motion Runnin' up a check, I used to have roaches Ironic 'cause my bitch a Barbie and she frozen Double-C on her hand, it ain't Coca-Cola
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Credits
- Writers
- Cash Kidd
- FMB DZ