Lyrics Aduhh - Cash Kidd

Aduhh

Aye\nWatching MTV jams, getting my dick sucked\nTried to bust in her mouth, but she felt that bitch jump\nYou know I don’t trust shit, I got that stick tucked\nChicken phone slapping, sorry baby gotta pick up\nLil bro just dropped a chain, now I gotta get one\nGot that 2.5 on me like ten bucks\nWith the gang\nTaking pictures, throwing 6 up\nEverywhere I go I showboat, like I’m Ms. Puffs\nAye don’t ask if I’m strapped\nAduhh\nFuck love, I need racks\nAduhh\nBefore we fuck, I need the neck\nAduhh\nYeah, no strings attached\nAduhh\nI’m in traffic riding with it on my lap\nAduhh\nWhen we catch who killed bro, he getting clapped\nAduhh\nYeah, playing with yo tracks\nAduhh\nRunning up a check\nAduhh\nAye\nTrey got that thracks\nAduhh\nFinna pull up on me right now and match, nigga duhh\nAll facts when I rap nigga duhh\nShe like damn Kidd that’s really how you act, bitch aduhh\nAye you niggas hoes\nThat’s a shit only a bitch a do\nJamie Foxx, with this strap so unpredictable\nBitch pussy was so good she unforgettable\nI’m lying, I forgot her soon as I walk in the living room\nGot her punching\nTurnt a hoe into a criminal\nYou can’t ride with straps then don’t get inside this vehicle\nSwiper with my bitch, we made 20 out the minimum\nMoney calling, bitch get out the way like Mystical\nSuck my dick and post how she love you its so pitiful\nCoughing with my balls in her hands it’s a physical\nBitch, I’m just tryna fuck don’t make this difficult\nAye, good loud break it down like a syllable\nCalm down nigga don’t nobody want yo bitch but you\nWhite crazy, sold some percs to my old principal\nAye I can name like 20 rappers that y’all listen to\n15 of them rapping shit that they didn’t do\nListen to my songs for the truth, fuck a interview\nGet out of line and get sent home like elementary school\nNew Glock gotta twin it’s identical\nNew side bitch\nShe might be yours, but she don’t mention you\nShe said Mar now I understand why that stick with you\nCause niggas broke and they mad they can’t be friends with you\nKill them with success now they heart condition critical\nMust be a tornado, I’m in traffic with a missing roof\nThe way she throw that ass back, I thought her rent was due\nTunnel vision, treat these hoes like they invisible\nForest Gump couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes\nY’all ain’t real bosses, Y’all ain’t bounce back from real loses\nWe on tip, with everybody since Reub passed\nNew tech, black and silver like a cool pad\nNew 30 inside my bitch like a new bag\nNo more scraping if you ain’t strapped too bad\nTook them bitches on a chase and I threw that\nRather threw two flag then I blew back\nAye pockets got more knots than a durag\nAye my bitch so bad, she need boot camp\nOh shit, so crazy when I look back\nHad roaches, before my school, check my bookbag\nHood nigga racked up still using food stamps\nWhen I needed you the most, fuck was you at?\nSo no you can’t get shit, you rat ass bitch\nYeah, fuck out yo feelings, you ole sad ass bitch\nAye, Aye\nNow what the fuck a shame\nNothing was the same\nSince I got this money and this fame\nThey stepping on my name\nMad cause they ain’t me, they want me in a grave\nSpreading rumours, saying shit whatever come into they brain\nI can’t take no bitch serious that fucking with y’all lames\nFake cash shit, nigga we don’t want yo chain\nOh yeah, heard that little diss song\nWhen I see you out you better pray I don’t got that stick on\nWe gone run it up with every nigga that I’m with froze\nTold our whole section 8, like our rent low\nYeah yo pussy good but gotta keep you in the friend zone\nGot her in that field, punching up, just like Kimbo\n30 clip long, light his head up like Sisqó\nNiggas see this pole and get low like limbo\nI ain’t bout to wrestle with y’all niggas, I ain’t Big Show\nPlus when I beat his ass, he gone want revenge though\nPlus when I swing Swan swinging we ain’t with those\nOne on ones, unless you talking Carlton with the chips gone\nAye, they don’t know about that shit, our shit automatic\nMe and my bitch got matching straps for nigga talking reckless\nI feel like Sandy Cheeks, I’m going back to Austin, Texas\nGetting cheese from all them hams, that’s what you call a sandwich\nAye, record labels keep calling I need more chicken\nHow the hell bro feed family too, that’s how we roll nigga\nYeah\nFeel like a vine, just give me 4 minutes with her\nBet I hit her then send her back home with you\nYeah\nI like head with the fan on\nEither do that shit or I’m a put my mans on\n3.5 in a wood my nigga Rens gone\nGot me faded like a hair on a lesbo\nPlus I got the strap out\nHold on, let them catch on\nNiggas can’t be that slow\nBitch I’m not your best friend, your bother, or yo backbone\nProbably only told you that so I could get the neck though\nAR with a silence on the end like a bad joke\nAye\nThese bitches all messy\nNiggas all petty\nGet them bitches going 14, I think I’m R. Kelly\nNumb to pain but to money my heart heavy\nGot me drinking everyday like I’m Bart daddy\nAye don’t ask if I’m strapped\nAduhh\nFuck love, I need racks\nAduhh\nBefore we fuck, I need the neck\nAduhh\nYeah, no strings attached\nAduhh\nI’m in traffic riding with it on my lap\nAduhh\nWhen we catch who killed bro, he getting clapped\nAduhh\nYeah, playing with yo tracks\nAduhh\nRunning up a check\nAduhh