Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bebe 2, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bebe 2 |
| Jimmy, whatever the fuck you sold me, this shit hittin', dude, God |
| Ayy |
| She say, «Why you want my money, Marc? You rich already» (So?) |
| Opps say we never in they hood (Where?), the cemetery? (Haha) |
| Niggas straight-up pussy (Soft), like missionary |
| No words, straight drawin' pistols (Baow), like Pictionary |
| Chauffeur, tinted windows, the pistol near me |
| She don’t know I know she out here hoein', I’m hip already |
| I want head forever, keep the pussy, all you bitches scare me |
| Too friendly, lik my bitches mean like a dictionary (Lik my bitches bougie) |
| I don’t sit around and play, I get to it |
| She say if I leave her, she gon' kill herself, bitch, prove it (Uh-uh) |
| Free J Willy, I promise I’ma keep this shit moving (My nigga) |
| Got my mans behind that gate like home improvement |
| Would send her, but she love fuckin' for free, bitch stupid (Dumb) |
| Gave my mama ten for her birthday and she ran through it |
| Here go another ten (Fuck it) |
| Bro still hittin' 201s like he jumpin' in (Still jumpin') |
| This bitch done fucked the whole gang, but mad I fucked her friend |
| Nowadays, just want neck like a double chin (That's it) |
| Drumline, I’m in the field like a hundred bands |
| Big drum on that stick look like the number ten |
| If I gotta teach you how to be loyal, then fuck a friend (Fuck 'em) |
| Can’t teach loyalty, that shit gotta come from within |
| Tuh, hmm |
| These niggas got me off the cup again |
| Yeah, line after line like I’m punchin' in |
| Ayy, Bebe Kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy |
| Got the drop, bro be lurkin' all the opps' page (Spin it) |
| Boy, time tickin' like your watch fake |
| When I say I’m spinnin' with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy |
| Niggas hungry, can’t be lackin', check the crime rate (For real) |
| You’ll get blew for some J’s like Beyoncé (Real fast) |
| And I was down on my ass, now we beyond straight |
| Successful 'cause I took a lot of risks and kept my faith |
| Yeah, I like my bitches ratchet and rich |
| Passin' fat 'Woods to me, that’s her assist |
| Stayed loyal when I got it, I said that as a kid |
| Once I notice certain flaws, I might never forgive |
| Fell asleep last night gettin' head in the Benz |
| Blowin' 'Woods by the pool, I’m just settlin' in |
| On the dice, I’m a rapist, just hit seven again |
| These niggas fanned out like it’s hot as hell in the crib |
| Dick suckin' more than hoes, clique jumpin', switchin' bros |
| Six hundred on my toes, pin on 'em, switch my pose |
| T.I. brother, ATL, yeah, we get the biggest 'bows |
| And we get them bitches gone, nigga, yeah |
| Looked in the mirror like, «Ooh, I thought a rich nigga said somethin'» (Oh) |
| Instantly she on my dick and I ain’t even said nothin' (Said shit) |
| Big crib in the 'burbs, man, I feel like Craig cousin |
| Duck duck goose emojis for her, she be head-huntin' (Ooh) |
| Ride around with big sticks, the AR got a leg on it |
| Put you to sleep underneath your mans like y’all bedbunkin' |
| Big bag so a nigga picky, call me Fred Douglas |
| Bottom of my shoes a different color like I’m grass cuttin', huh |
| Nigga, naw, man, matter fact |
| Knock on your door and get to choppin' shit like I’m grass cuttin' |
| Dirty broke niggas throwin' shots, ain’t that somethin'? |
| They need to throw you in the tub, Diary of a Black Woman, ayy |
| Ayy, Bebe Kidd, made fifty off some socks, ayy |
| Got the drop, bro be lurkin' all the opps' page (Spin it) |
| Boy, time tickin' like your watch fake |
| When I say I’m spinnin' with that ratchet, not no prom date, ayy |
| Niggas hungry, can’t be lackin', check the crime rate (For real) |
| You’ll get blew for some J’s like Beyoncé (Real fast) |
| And I was down on my ass, now we beyond straight |
| Successful 'cause I took a lot of risks and kept my faith |