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HIM Co Cash & Yo Gotti

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HIM - Co Cash & Yo Gotti
[Intro: Co Cash]
(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Ayy, so I just went and took some more time to reflect in the mirror and shit
Lookin' at all the ice 'round my motherfuckin' neck
It's just like that shit clicked, that motherfucker lit

[Chorus: Co Cash]
Young nigga poppin' shit, ballin', they callin' him poppa
Bitch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram
Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly
So I might walk with a limp
I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three
Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp
Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box
You get shot before you even make an attempt
I'm a big fish in this water
The bitch left with mе 'cause she say that her nigga's a shrimp
Just wantеd to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' shit on ya
I'm sendin' you right back to him
You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that shit doesn't make you exempt
Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' bitch that I'm him, you too busy fuckin' with them

[Verse 1: Co Cash]
Bitch, I'm that man, I'm that niggasI'm serious
Niggas can't fuck with me, period
I'm in Liberia rockin' Amiri, they made with expensive material
I might turn this exotic Glock into a throwaway, fuck it, let's scratch off the serial
Couple hundred on my jewelry, bet not get near it or they gonna be missin' 'em dearly
We gotta keep it discreet, B&B or the suite, bitch, you know you can't come to the spot
Don't put my trust in no ho and if ever go, can't let it be 'cause of a thot
You thought it was sweet and I get it, I'm somethin' like a critic
I'm already peepin' the plot
Fuck it, let's make it a film, that beam like a lens, I'm makin' sure I get the shot
Bitches say they love the way a young nigga be dressin', I'm rockin' expensive aesthetics
If I'm feelin' threatened, you can get bussed like I'm bidness but I never been in athletics
Cut him off soon as I feel like a nigga gon' tell it
That friendly shit, gotta dead it
Told him before the committee, gon' stand on the business but I gotta make him respect it
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