Mark My Words

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Cash Kidd - Rap

Mark My Words

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[Intro] (J got the plug) Man [Verse 1] They just came and snatched my nigga, damn They just clapped my nigga up Had to patch my nigga up Rat bitch tryna trap my nigga up What you gon' go wrap your nigga for? Then try to dap that nigga up Man, this can't be love I guess loyalty ain't enough How you just gon' change up on a nigga? Locked up, why you hang up on your nigga? You couldn't even pick up for your dawg And I know you seen him call Why you go and switch up on your dawg? Are you just gon' give up on me, dawg? Yeah All I ever wanted was to see you win Free Hitman, you would think we was twins Real Rez, I'ma see you again, yeah Might just speed in a Benz for you Yeah, holdin' back tears Jeff, it's been so many years, man Gone so many years, ayy That's why I gotta keep it on me Bro, they creeping on me I know you sleeping on me But mark my words Mark my words, yeah Yeah, mark my words [Verse 2] Hoo, I wasn't born with money but my son was Still blowin' money from that one run Ooh, I jumped off the porch like my chores done Nigga, you gon' make me cock the ratchet like Pornhub BeBe Kidd, if it's smoke, say that then It ain't shit to catch a body, then go out the way again Got a ladder on the pole like a cableman All these punches, all these slides, call me Megaman 'Member when you first pulled up in your Mercedes Benz Taught you how to do fraud, you was my baby then Gettin' fast cake like patty cake, baker's man Lost my dawg, shit'll never be the same again Holding back tears, loading up the F&N From that day forth, kept it on me ever since Just hit an opp bitch, split her like a cherry blend All she wanted was a one-seven, Jeremy Lin For a spot, niggas change up like parking meters Bro been told me you a bitch and now I'm starting to see it Moving sloppy, niggas get caught, tell on all they people I hope all rats burn like Arthur teacher Even though niggas my sons, gotta charge for features Lil Nell cup full of medicine, look like he caught a fever Devil on my shoulder, I can't get him off for shit No matter what I do, just can't get her off my dick For real, hmm I ain't goin' on no dates, I cut into 'em off the rip If the neck weak, you through, I gotta scratch you off the list Set the play for my dawg, he gon' catch her off the pick Was gon' take her off the bench, now she just another bitch

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  • Cash Kidd