You Remind Me

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Cash Kidd - Rap, Rage

You Remind Me

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[Intro] DaMazin Beats Yeah, you remind me of a dweeb, you must be a dweeb, huh, huh Knock that shit off, boy [Verse 1] Ayy, boy, your ass a motherfuckin' wimp Tryna hang with us but I planned on fuckin' his bitch, haha Water balloon fight, I'm throwin' on drip On the six spot, jumpin' like a motherfuckin' itch (Ayy) Get lit with repeat offenders, she wanna meet my hitters Put another corn in the box, his ass a TV dinner (Go) Dumped him out, put the spikes on his head like Lisa Simpson, huh I feel like Jesus, nigga, I got on bleedin' Christians Yeah, wearin' down yo' bitch dome (Ayy) Firearm in my second hand like a thrift store Ain't no way in motherfuckin' hell these niggas gettin' dough Your bitch keep on beggin' me for flowеrs, bought that bitch a rose Yeah, bitch Go play with that pussy 'til I get back homе, huh You know I be everywhere like spilled sugar on the kitchen floor Hood nigga like Gorilla Zoe, I got plenty hoes Your pussy not special, bitch, what make you think you different for? [Chorus] You remind me of this eater that I once knew (Ayy) Bougie lil' bitch but she a demon when she fuck too Throat G.O.A.T., she be moanin' when she suck too I can't lie, I might think about on her while I fuck you (Ayy, ayy) He remind me of this dork that I once blew He was talkin' out his fuckin' neck and got slumped too Gave his ass a head tap, duck, duck, goose Sippin' Wock', feel like a jail pose how I chuck deuce [Verse 2] What roof? Leap up out this bitch like it's month two When I do the impossible, they don't clap 'cause it's nothin' new Huh, I'm a BeBe Kidd, nigga, fuck rules Big ass nuggets in my mouth like the blunt loose (Ayy, ayy) This remind me of that Lamb' that GMoney crashed (Skrrt) Foreign down, Jordans got annoyin', feel like Bernie Mac Make me put some money on you like a birthday bash Should slide on the opps with water guns with they dirty ass Yeah, P-slash scammer, I got the best sites I could teach you the dark web if you ain't that bright (Ayy) Put two IG models on the same exact flight I'm in Cali with a gauge on me like Az Chike Button on the back of the stick, it ain't a flashlight (Brr) We done forty deep on Van Dyke, nigga, bad life Pussy, stand up for yourself like your pants wiped, huh Bitch say she done with me, but her friends not, huh [Chorus] You remind me of this eater that I once knew Bougie lil' bitch but she a demon when she fuck too Throat G.O.A.T., she be moanin' when she suck too I can't lie, I might think about on her while I fuck you (Ayy, ayy) He remind me of this dork that I once blew He was talkin' out his fuckin' neck and got slumped too Gave his ass a head tap, duck, duck, goose Sippin' Wock', feel like a jail pose how I chuck deuce

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  • Cash Kidd