All Facts No Cap

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Tay B & Cash Kidd - Rap

All Facts No Cap

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[Intro] Reuel, stop playing with these niggas [Verse 1: Tay B] You might get your ass popped, like a soda can When I squeeze, it's fasho, like I'm [?] Give the sauce to myself, I ain't showing them You bitches lay around the house, like we [?] So many bolls in the cabnit, ain't no groceries [?] [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Ain't never going broke again, that's my only fear Phone [?] got no racks, only punches there Swiped my Cali bitch some [?], here [Verse 3: Tay B] I got more money than your old man Bitch called me daddy, so I understand Young dawg, I maneuver like a grown man I been to court a few times, I won't fold then [Verse 4: Cash Kidd] I know you probably starstruck, but don't stare I don't trust shit, [?] go there Told her I just wanna see that head, like she got no hair Congrats, I see you [?] bought some yeezys, these my fourth pare [Verse 5: Tay B] I won't let you play me like I'm average I won't let a bitch [?] out my karots These niggas acting, they some motherfucking [?] [?] jacks wanna count [?] Come on, baby, suck my dick, the car stear itself [Verse 6: Cash Kidd] 40 tucked in my Ballmains, ain't gotta wear no belt It's gon' hold it for me, white bitch off the coke, don't pass it to me OK, bitch, you talking too damn much, now, can you pass the kush? [?] Got 5 30's on us, that's a high [?] Bitch pull up like [?] B, [?] at me And if not, then get to stepping, like [?] [Verse 7: Tay B] I be where you hardly be, when I'm out, I hardly speak [?] got rich off yellow, like I'm Cardi B You can't fuck with me, do not start with me In this S5, it's gon' park for me [Verse 8: Cash Kidd] Real nigga, it ain't hard to see Bitch niggas try too hard to be Tay B, why they tryna be like us? Just tought my new bitch how to punch [?] just because [?] just to get a buzz [Verse 9: Tay B & Cash Kidd] This ain't that, that's gon' get you touched Bro gon' do that shit [?] [?] bounce [?] Twin Glocks, two arms, that's a [?] [?] talking me to death, let me fuck You must heard I'm geetting bread, I'm [?] catching up

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Credits

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  • Cash Kidd
  • Tay B