Lyrics You Remind Me - Cash Kidd

You Remind Me

DaMazin Beats
Yeah, you remind me of a dweeb, you must be a dweeb, huh, huh
Knock that shit off, boy
Ayy, boy, your ass a motherfuckin' wimp
Tryna hang with us but I planned on fuckin' his bitch, haha
Water balloon fight, I’m throwin' on drip
On the six spot, jumpin' like a motherfuckin' itch (Ayy)
Get lit with repeat offenders, she wanna meet my hitters
Put another corn in the box, his ass a TV dinner (Go)
Dumped him out, put the spikes on his head like Lisa Simpson, huh
I feel like Jesus, nigga, I got on bleedin' Christians
Yeah, wearin' down yo' bitch dome (Ayy)
Firearm in my second hand like a thrift store
Ain’t no way in motherfuckin' hell these niggas gettin' dough
Your bitch keep on beggin' me for flowers, bought that bitch a rose
Yeah, bitch
Go play with that pussy 'til I get back home, huh
You know I be ain’t worried like spilt sugar on the kitchen floor
Hood nigga like Gorilla Zoe, I got plenty hoes
Your pussy not special, bitch, what make you think you different for?
You remind me of this eater that I once knew (Ayy)
Bougie lil' bitch but she a demon when she fuck too
Throat G.O.A.T., she be moanin' when she suck too
I can’t lie, I might think about on her while I fuck you (Ayy, ayy)
He remind me of this dork that I once blew
He was talkin' out his fuckin' neck and got slumped too
Gave his ass a head tap, duck, duck, goose
Sippin' Wock', feel like a jail pose how I chuck deuce
What roof? Leap up out this bitch like it’s month two
When I do the impossible, they don’t clap 'cause it’s nothin' new
Huh, I’m a BeBe Kidd, nigga, fuck rules
Big ass nuggets in my mouth like the blunt loose (Ayy, ayy)
This remind me of that Lamb' that GMoney crashed (Skrrt)
Foreign down, Jordans got annoyin', feel like Bernie Mac
Make me put some money on you like a birthday bash
Should slide on the opps with water guns with they dirty ass
Yeah, P-slash scammer, I got the best sites
I could teach you the dark web if you ain’t that bright (Ayy)
Put two IG models on the same exact flight
I’m in Cali with a gauge on me like Ash Chike
Button on the back of the stick, it ain’t a flashlight (Brr)
We done forty deep on Van Dyke, nigga, bad life
Pussy, stand up for yourself like your pants wiped, huh
Bitch say she done with me, but her friends not, huh
You remind me of this eater that I once knew
Bougie lil' bitch but she a demon when she fuck too
Throat G.O.A.T., she be moanin' when she suck too
I can’t lie, I might think about on her while I fuck you (Ayy, ayy)
He remind me of this dork that I once blew
He was talkin' out his fuckin' neck and got slumped too
Gave his ass a head tap, duck, duck, goose
Sippin' Wock', feel like a jail pose how I chuck deuce