Remarcable

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Cash Kidd - Rap, Detroit Rap

Remarcable

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[Intro] I can't hear (Cloudy Beatz) Motherfuckin' right headphone went out Ayy, all these niggas hoes to me For real All of 'em Ayy [Chorus] He let his bitch wear his chain, she say her neck burn Just bust a nigga two times, need a transfer They 'bout to bring the chalk out like Mr. Ratburn When I say I snuck the log in, it ain't a password Cold bitch, guaranteed make they head turn Big P, should've got sponsored by Phat Farm I'm somewhere in a big mansion clutchin' ladders I'm in a Ghost big-headed, call me Casper [Verse 1] Bitch say I'm actin' fake, ho, who you is? Just brought a hundred out, they like, boy, what mood you in? My son rich, he throwin' tantrums in the newest Benz Blue and red Gucci 1s, he think he Superman All the baddest bitches tell me I'm the rudest friend I let her have what's comin' out like I'm the movie man He gon' learn, ring his bell, then school gon' end Clip curl at the bottom like my shoes too big Hell yeah, I smacked that pussy-ass nigga, so? Ironic how my bitch flip out, she hear a no I got one advice, motherfucker, hit the road These niggas snitchin', pointin' at each other, pigeontoed I'm ridin' solo with 200K in jewelry on I feel like Jim Carrey 'cause I keep a stupid roll She should've known when she look at me, she good as gone Put VVS, had to spell it out like Boosie song [Chorus] He let his bitch wear his chain, she say her neck burn Just bust a nigga two times, need a transfer They 'bout to bring the chalk out like Mr. Ratburn When I say I snuck the log in, it ain't a password Cold bitch, guaranteed make they head turn Big P, should've got sponsored by Phat Farm I'm somewhere in a big mansion clutchin' ladders I'm in a Ghost big-headed, call me Casper [Verse 2] She wanna cuddle, bitch, never, but I'm flattered Tried to be humble, I just couldn't hold my bladder I'm chewin' with my mouth open, where my manners? My nigga Moni on the way, these niggas scared now I hang with smooth criminals, you'll never hear about it Just know he shot at every nigga with a staring problem I'm always on my ones and twos, I feel like Aaron Rodgers Brodie got tool under his belt, but it ain't Ferragamo Doin' fraud, I made so much pape' with Pir— ayy Don't even wanna say her name, I know the feds be watchin' I feel like SpongeBob, I was at the very bottom Ironic, niggas savin' bitches like Larry Lobster Ironic, shells through his house like Gary by him Man, I got nurses beggin' me not to wear no condom I'm countin' money, blowin' 'Wood, starin' at the mountains Just threw your bitch off my line, feel like Aaron Donald [Chorus] He let his bitch wear his chain, she say her neck burn Just bust a nigga two times, need a transfer They 'bout to bring the chalk out like Mr. Ratburn When I say I snuck the log in, it ain't a password Cold bitch, guaranteed make they head turn Big P, should've got sponsored by Phat Farm I'm somewhere in a big mansion clutchin' ladders I'm in a Ghost big-headed, call me Casper [Outro] She said— ayy She's like, "Ooh, big daddy, yeah, go faster" You know that dick remarkable, I'm a— ayy Yeah

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  • Cash Kidd