Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiddnapper, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Kiddnapper |
| Count a sixty in her face to remind her |
| She said money don’t impress her, she a liar |
| But shit, fuck it, I was just gon' try to buy her (Fuck it) |
| Miss my head hunter, this one lame nigga wifed her |
| I’m sick, I can’t lie, that neck was fire |
| Hoes that was mean all the sudden got nicer |
| Big thirty hangin' on the pole like a flyer (Ayy) |
| Racks in these Amiris got these bitches fittin' tighter, huh |
| Put a bag on your head like a hiker |
| Shout out Swan, he a fool with that rider |
| Testin' cards, I just swiped my son a box of diapers |
| Catch a body, then I’m stabbin' off, Michael Myers (Skrrt) |
| She suckin' dick for hours, this might be an all-nighter (All night) |
| You brag about shit I did as a minor (Lil' nigga) |
| On the road strapped up like a biker (I'm strapped) |
| Tryna get in hoes' head, I don’t wanna fuck 'em (Good) |
| I know she don’t love me, she just wanna bubble |
| Caught an opp, he tried to shake my hand, he ain’t want no trouble (Hah) |
| Beat his goofy ass, I ain’t wanna bust him (Pussy) |
| Yeah, I want the whole script, I don’t just want a couple (Get 'em all) |
| And I know you middleman, now give your bro my number |
| Five-six, know the meaning of this shit |
| Gettin' chauffeured, you can’t see me through the tint |
| Fresh as dog shit and I ain’t even take a pic |
| I apologize, I ain’t mean to take your bitch, huh (Sorry) |
| Say when she leave me, she wish she could take my dick, ayy |
| But she can’t even take my dick (Ayy), ayy |
| She said, «Can we take a trip?» Yeah |
| Do you got your L’s, alright, bet, this gon' be lit |
| Make it back, we gon' be rich, bet whatever on the six |
| Happy birthday, know they wish that they could blow because I’m lit, ayy |
| My dawg Rollie blew out like your bitch pussy |
| These niggas hoes like they big sisters (Hoes) |
| Love my Glock and her twin sister (I do) |
| Bitch asked me where I been, told her gettin' to it (Gettin' to it) |
| My dawg said I’m big G.O.A.T., not just with the music |
| You can listen to these niggas, tell they been influenced |
| Got the brain from a college fan, but the bitch was stupid |
| Record label tryna take my soul, your bitch beat him to it |
| Hah, you know good and well (You know goddamn well) |
| They gon' keep runnin' in your people crib, all you rap about is juggs and |
| scams, ayy, huh, ayy |
| Just ate good off a ham, I’m 'bout full as hell, huh, ayy |
| Forgot I was gettin' head, this Netflix movie good as hell, huh, ayy |
| And I punched that too, ayy |
| If you ain’t gang, don’t trust me, I’ll jugg you (I will) |
| Heard your dawg in the 'spital, hope he pull through |
| Your other mans ain’t make it, aww, boohoo (Aww) |
| I’m sick about it, we was tryna whack you too |
| He sick about every time he go on YouTube |
| I’m sick I kinda miss it, she said, «I bet you do,» huh |
| I’m thinkin' now you got me on some kind of voodoo, huh |
| I fix your problem with this tool since your screws loose |
| These hoes y’all pay to fuck pay to fuck me |
| Online shoppin' with my bitch, she like, «Punch these» (I got these) |
| Whacked a broke opp nigga, thought he had some money |
| Until I punched the donation to his GoFundMe (Ayy) |
| Bitch, knock it off, your nigga soft as hell, trust me (Ayy, trust me) |
| Probably beat your ass at the crib, but he won’t touch me (At all) |
| It be the ones hatin' actin' like they love me |
| Ain’t givin' passes like I ain’t have time to study |
| But did my homework, whipped the stick out like I’m musty |
| Red bottoms, killed the whole scene, brought a Chucky |
| Thick bitch did the Percocet with her buddy |
| Bitch, stop talkin' me to death, come and suck me |
| Balenciagas fat as hell, get your face stomped |
| Put my brother on the show, I’ll take a pay cut |
| Just jugged a lame, tryna fit in with some fake Runtz, huh |
| Said I don’t fuck with BB-dubs 'til I got ate up, huh |
| Ayy, ran that shit up, huh |
| Hit her on her work break, then bought that bitch lunch, huh |
| If my cousin with the opps, then he can get slumped |
| Big pump make a bitch jump like the hiccups |
| In an opp hood gettin' gas, I’m so comfortable |
| I just slid in your bitch DMs, she so vulnerable |
| Gettin' cheese, I’m a card cracker like a Lunchable |
| She pay me for the dick and she get spent, it’s not refundable |
| Bitch, don’t look me in my eyes while I’m fuckin' you |
| I ain’t judgin' you, but you a nat, ain’t tryna cum in you |
| Gettin' big bills off them pills like the Huxtables |
| Ayy, bitch, ayy, get to actin' dumb, huh |
| One rapper, five sticks like a pack of gum, huh |
| Pass 'em out to the team, get you whacked for nothin' |
| I was gon' stop her when I bust, but she was havin' fun |
| I open doors for these niggas like a snatch and run |
| (I open doors for these niggas like a snatch and run) |
| Up the pole, he thought we was finna catch the ones |
| Lil' bitch a kidnapper, she snatched my sons |
| (Damazin Beats) |