Lyrics Ears Bleeding - Cash Kidd

Ears Bleeding

Sorry, sweetheart, all my bitches— ooh, here we go\nOoh, uh-huh, I just, tuh, yeah, yeah\n(I like that, Anton)\nNigga, you a bitch, don’t try to act like you like that\nAyy, I’ma— tuh, ayy, huh\nSorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less\nOne hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct\nYeah, I’m feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck\nYeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag\nYeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it’s that?\nI go check my bank account every time I get upset\nI got so many bitches, I can’t never get no rest\nGot my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap\nMy bitch went through my phone like, «All these bitches trap»\nYour bitch went through your phone like, «All these bitches fat»\nHe went broke, had to pawn his lil' piece just like chess\nYeah, I’m pushin' P hard, they like, «These niggas hacks»\nYou want me on your track, if I breathe, that’s a rack\nHe want beef, get him whacked, in a leaf, in a wrap\nYeah, I be’s in the trap, catchin' Z’s on a jet\nFell asleep in a 'Vette like it’s fleas on my pet\nYour bitch just like Jeffrey Dahmer, she gon' eat me to death\nTurn you to De’Aaron Fox, put that beam on your chest\nYeah, AR with a scope spot a geek from afar\nShe just took backshots like a thief at the bar\nI gotta keep the heat on like I sleep in my car\nSpent a mil' on the house, niggas think he was Bart\nPlayin' golf, got the Glock on the seat in the cart\nNeed to go and see the Wizard 'cause you need you a heart\nWe don’t brush our teeth the same, you see me in the dark\nI got big pointers on me like that thing on a shark\nI got big blower on me like it’s leaves on my car\nI’m a king, I’m a star, nigga, you a pipsqueak\nFresh as hell, boy, I’m switchin' gear like a ten-speed\nI got too many bitches, boy, let my dick breathe\nI got two hundred bitches on my line like, «Pick me»\nWhy the fuck nobody told me life was gon' be this free?\nSippin' drank, I’m gettin' higher, boy, please don’t tempt me\nWhat the fuck, baby? You ain’t say your throat was this deep\nGoin' crazy, need a straitjacket in this Bentley\nShe just suck it for an hour, I can tell she miss me\nI done spent a couple houses on my neck and earrings\nTried to show niggas the way, damn, I feel like Siri\nTest your luck like a clover, flip you like a cheer team\nSorry, sweetheart, all my bitches tens, nothin' less\nOne hundred percent, yeah, all my bitches come correct\nYeah, I’m feelin' like Franklin in this Louis turtleneck\nYeah, finna treat your bitch pussy like a punching bag\nYeah, soft-ass nigga, why you actin' like it’s that?\nI go check my bank account every time I get upset\nI got so many bitches, I can’t never get no rest\nGot my fuckin' ears bleedin', all these niggas cap