Lyrics Kidd Next Door - Cash Kidd

Kidd Next Door - Cash Kidd
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kidd Next Door , by -Cash Kidd
In the genre:Рэп и хип-хоп
Release date:30.03.2023
Song language:English
Age restrictions: 18+

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Kidd Next Door
The kid next door, he’s a motherfuckin' con artist
Next door, he’s a genius, yeah, ayy
My next-door neighbor is a killer
Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike
Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)
Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night
Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks
Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right
Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights
Heh, dork, word to Pipsqueak
Stick a horny cougar, I’ll finger-fuck to fifty
R.I.P. Yase, let a nigga sneak-diss me
Bitch, I’m layin' with the AK like I’m Swiss Beats
Double C on my bitch like she tipsy
I just hit three bop bitches, feel like *NSYNC
Fucked her in the hotel tub, call her Teletubbie
Dipsy, dick on her head like Dipsy
Ayy, hold up, I been scammin', livin' rent-free
I’m so tired of broke bitches, please rich bitch me
She said, «Daddy, you the chosen one,» I said, «Bitch, preach»
Silencer on the Nina make her lip sync
Next-door neighbor is a killer
Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike
Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)
Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night
Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks
Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right
Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights
Don’t even want no lights
Yeah, flashin' every day, don’t even want no lights
Had to pull strings for these wins, but I don’t own no kite
Pulled off in the stolen Charger like my phone gon' die
I’ll get to squeezin' on the arm like my clothes on tight
I was that one Beyblade kid, probably stole your bike
The police said, «Freeze,» my neck done been froze all night
I got twenty main bitches, they up on my nuts
She said, «Why your hands always up?» 'Cause I’m a catch
Niggas ain’t hatin' hard enough, I’m not impressed
I got 800 on me like I dialed COLLECT
On the stage, jumpin' in the crowd like Ron Artest
I’ll point it to your head like Malcolm X
I’m with G Money, tryna sleek me a nigga
Had to get my lick back, I’m an Indian giver
Ayy, my next-door neighbor is a killer
Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike
Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes)
Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night
Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks
Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right
Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights

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