She Sleep!

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Cash Kidd - Rap, Trap

She Sleep!

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[Intro] (Damn, [?], go crazy) (I like that, Anton) [Verse 1] Alright, I had enough Hope these niggas don't think shit sweet 'cause we ran it up Niggas old as hell still hatin', sad as fuck Broke boy, only time it's fair is when you catch the bus You can't fuck with me, just face it, wrap it up Feel like Melvin, mama yellin', "Zip that Louie jacket up" In a mansion seein' shadows like I'm Juice WRLD Caught him lackin', he got stuck up like a cute girl Courtside, I see 'em hatin' from the nosebleed Boy, this ain't no picnic, but I got floor seats Man, I know she hate it that her nigga so damn dorky Can't tell if that's the Wock' or the opps screamin', "Poor me" You niggas lame as hell to me, hardcore geeks I'm tucked off in the hills, knotted up like I got sore feet Heard you fallin' off your bread like a corned beef Arguin' with your bitch, smokin' tails, hatin' on me I'm tellin' you, it's regular, the money, cars, etcetera The opps ain't no competitors, we nailin' 'em like manicure Stop comparin' me to amateurs, boy, check my catalog Got her made like Cinderella, that's why your bitch had a ball She pull up and neck me off, two thumbs up like analog Do you got some cash or nah? Hoein' niggas, Santa Claus She said without me, she incomplete, she rather catch the ball Rappers so damn weak, I turn the volume low like jackin' off [Chorus] Can y'all please stop comparin' me to these pipsqueaks? I done lived your whole fuckin' life, nigga, this week Man, I swear your bitch love to bob like Whitney (Ooh) If our bitch told you she was sleep, then the bitch sleep (Damn) Shot a lil' nigga, made him taller, now he six feet Chopper go bop-bop-bop, nigga, *NSYNC (Bop, bop) Fuck your baby daddy, he a ho, should've picked me (Bitch) Nigga opened up his mouth and told like he kiss feet (The fuck?) [Verse 2] I got stripes since a kid, nigga, big B Loan packs for the mail like I send beats You can see the cheese pokin' out like I got big teeth Walk in, put water on like I fix sinks Lil' dog was horny, so we caught him while his dick pink Pulled up to the lo', he just text her, "Where you send me?" Bro, to Heaven momentarily Them boys done left the whole carpet red like a celebrity Just focus on yourself, your bitch with gang losin' integrity These rappers so damn lame, I listen to 'em, think it's parody Just gave her to the streets for a ham, I did charity Nigga, even your mama know I'm poppin', boy, apparently Ayy, niggas dick-suckin' in public, call 'em Cherokee Took them killers with me to a meeting, don't embarrass me Who else gettin' rich off of bitches that he barely see? I'm the big-letter P and my bitch'll take your blick Lame-ass niggas clout-chasin', mama raised a bitch Got a lemon-squeeze on the can like a Faygo Twist Your parents gave up on your ass 'cause you ain't on shit Ironic how I'm froze up, finna take a pic Ayy, get it? Fro, pic Niggas pathetic soft broke simps Catch your bitch with no socks, I got more grip Iced out like Titanic, got a rose kit, ayy [Chorus] Can y'all please stop comparin' me to these pipsqueaks? I done lived your whole fuckin' life, nigga, this week Man, I swear your bitch love to bob like Whitney (Ooh) If our bitch told you she was sleep, then the bitch sleep (Damn) Shot a lil' nigga, made him taller, now he six feet Chopper go bop-bop-bop, nigga, *NSYNC (Bop, bop) Fuck your baby daddy, he a ho, should've picked me (Bitch) Nigga opened up his mouth and told like he kiss feet (The fuck?)

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Credits

Writers
  • Cash Kidd
  • Anton The Producer
  • Producedbyruss