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Chiraq Freestyle

Cash Kidd

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[Phone Rings] [Intro} Yeah. Cashkidd Aye, these niggas funny as hell man Somebody better warn these niggas Let's get it [Verse: Cashkidd] I know a couple niggas that's downn to ride For a homocide when it's drama time I'll cock the 9, give Mel the chopper, and say "Load this", flower bomb If I doubt they lying, for them dollar signs, they'll shock a nigga, like a power line I chase no ho, I wouldn't sweat a bitch if it was hot outside Why would I- [Beat Stops] Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ayo man bring that shit back [Beat Starts Over] Yeah. Cashkidd Ha. These niggas funny man Somebody better warn these niggas Let's get it grandson [Verse: Cashkidd] I know a couple niggas that's downn to ride For a homocide when it's drama time I'll cock the 9, give Mel the chopper, and say "Load this", flower bomb If I doubt they lying, for them dollar signs, they'll shock a nigga, like a power line I chase no ho, I wouldn't sweat a bitch if it was hot outside Why would I lie? Cashkidd, I'm a young nigga that all these older niggas gotta 'lize 40 on me, we stay together like Bonnie-Clyde, tryna plow you down M-Block, I throw them M's up like a McDonald's sign I'm so eastside and if you talking tough, on this side you gone get ate, that's a octagon All my nigga's down to ride, you couldn't stop my shine with a lot of blinds I'm from the 6, I keep the heat, I got shooters 'round me but I'm not LeBron Niggas hate me, cause I make cheese like Papa John's Let me catch a nigga sneak dissing me inside his rhymes, somebody dying, come try me now Any nigga tryna disrespect or send a threat to me in his raps I ain't dissing back, I'ma just find out where he living at and get him whacked These niggas tripping like they missed a step When I fuck your bitch you can get her back You ain't the only one with a burner, I got that thing too, Cat In The Hat Free Tone, RP, and Jeff I'm with my dogs like DMX I hit the strip club and I leave a mess, shit I passed out paper like a teacher's pet You see my neck? I'm getting green like Shrek Oh, that's your bitch? Do she know that? Cause I'ma find her spot like a GPS, then pass that bitch like an easy test I'm good bitch, we eating, don't nobody starve, we kinda hard Got a team full of loyal niggas, and they all shooters so why the fuck I need a bodyguard These bitches thirsty, they need water I get 'em wetter than seahorses If her head good, I'm recording, she blew me, like Jay-Z daughter Nigga, fuck your mama, I'll fuck your mama Get my mama to come bust your mama My side bitch look like Pocahontas Got a couple thousand, nigga fuck a wallet What up my nigga Rue, what's good Rell you my nigga too I'm so cold, I need chicken soup, when I'm in the booth I might get the flu When I'm in the Coupe I dismiss the roof Scope on the gun like nigga peek-a-boo That bitch louder than Mystikal and they'll shock your ass like Pikachu I don't fuck with these hoes for hours I give 'em five minutes I got shit to do Bust a nut and be like "Shit, bitch what you finna do" Bitch text me like "I want you Mark but you got the hoes and I've had enough" I text back like "Bitch you is one of my hoes now shut your mad ass up" I'll blow a nigga, leave him stanking like a loud fart My niggas on 8 Mile and John R, will light your top up, like a cop car I'm in the crib and my house dark She got good brain so her mouth smart Call me CashKidd or M-Block Mark I stay in the hood like Kenny off South Park What up Red-Lime, them niggas spam Hoes say they love me, I don't give damn I'll fuck a bitch then go hit her friend, two times if I like it, Instagram I got plenty fans, I'm a cool nigga But don't call me bro if I ain't cool with you If I point at you and tell Cool spray you, he putting six holes in you like a pool table Shout out my dude Gabel, J Willy what the fuck is up? All my bitches fly, Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup We can shoot it out or we can knuckle up I'll fold your top like a button up Drinking out the bottle nigga fuck a cup, after I bust my nut I'm busting up I'm from the Eastside, we ain't keeping calm Niggas think I can't read in between the lines I'll sneak through his blinds like a Peeping Tom and put the heat to his mind, now he sleep with God Nigga! [Outro] Yeah. CashKidd Pussy Free Tone, RP, Jeff HAAN!!!
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