Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BeBe , by - Cash Kidd. Release date: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BeBe |
| Yeah |
| I served my chip three times |
| Jam they dumb ass |
| Slid the piece |
| Slimeball in heaven, Ru |
| Jeff, Rez in that bitch |
| Same receipt |
| Fuck you need nigga, your motherfuckin' manager? |
| This fake ID nigga, official as hell bitch |
| Fuck is you talkin' about? |
| Ayy niggas what’s the fuckin' deal my baby? |
| Ayy, chunky forty, that’s a BB-dub, yeah |
| Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah |
| Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah |
| High as a bitch, I couldn’t even run |
| Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh |
| Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah |
| Just can’t forgive him, walk around with a grudge |
| Shit not that simple, took a nigga that I love, yeah |
| Pay a stack for the slacks, that was light |
| Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that’s nice |
| Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife |
| Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah |
| Ayy, travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights |
| Take me to where I ain’t gotta clutch at lights |
| Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah |
| Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice |
| First heatbreak, ain’t have shit to do with bitches |
| Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different |
| Turned a nigga savage, ever since I been trippin' |
| Still smile but I’m hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor |
| Numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions |
| The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog |
| Just be patient, it’s gon' take a lil' minute |
| When you get it out the mud and don’t change on your niggas, yeah |
| Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals |
| Ambulance took an hour just to get to my nigga |
| We’re just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin' |
| Make us wanna hang out with them TEC’s like a side nigga, yeah |
| Made me wanna blow a nigga, that’s on God |
| Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom |
| Gucci, I’ma treat your brother like he mine |
| Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah |
| Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book |
| Fuck her puss, I’m aimin' for her chin like an uppercut |
| I ain’t matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up |
| Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, ayy |
| Stupid nigga tryna scrap, nigga punch these slugs |
| Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut |
| Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust |
| Yeah, feel like Cartier, nigga add me up |
| Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah |
| Big four-five turn 'em invisible |
| Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah |
| But day ones’ll get to switchin' too |
| Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do? |
| Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah |
| BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules |
| I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah |
| Ayy, nigga why you like this bitch? |
| Her head terrible |
| My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu |
| Get a body in this bitch like a parachute |
| Word around, I’m a dog, damn I never knew |
| Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I’m scared of you |
| They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho |
| For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse |
| Free my niggas, huh, we them niggas |
| Out the way, ain’t tryna see you niggas |
| Hate to be you niggas, 'cause we hit all y’all hoes, huh |
| Y’all could fuck ours too, we don’t give a fuck |
| Niggas cryin' over hoes, I let my nigga fuck |
| I been tryna keep shit cool but niggas weak as fuck |
| Cuffin' on these nat nats, hair cheap as fuck |
| She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs |
| Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up |
| Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up |
| Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub |
| Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum |
| That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff |
| Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water |
| Now I’m ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner |
| All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster |
| All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner |
| Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah |
| Big four-five turn 'em invisible |
| Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah |
| But day ones’ll get to switchin' too |
| Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do? |
| Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah |
| BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules |
| I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle |