Report Cards Cash Kidd

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Cut the bitch off, then my skin got clear
Betted on myself, then my wrist got litter
Got rich bitch, say feel like my dick got bigger
Nah, hoe, you dick suckin' bitch, shit been like that
Two hoes fightin' over me, I'm screamin', "Fight back"
Poppin' my motherfuckin' collar, check out my neck
Broke my heart, my baby folded, I don't like rats
He told it all, he this and he that like Mike Jack
Louis on my biceps, holdin' back tears
I felt like a elf, big pointers, both of my ears
Hibernatin', trappin' hard, fuck it, grow out the beard
Leanin' with a duffy on me, feel like Homer with beer
Yеah, duffel with a hundred piecе, bless the ones that run with me
Can't no nigga humble me, all y'all niggas cornballs
Boy, I get big back ends like I need short yards
Every other month, I get all my hoes report cards
Fuckin' on the lawyer, eat me better than my pornstars
Boy was talkin' all that P shit 'til his girl called
Huh, lame-ass, dorky-ass, dweeby simp
You like Draymond Green, boy, you need the bitch
Gotta keep a TEC on me, couple racks on me
House on a lake like Shaq, Kobe, yeah, I'm that cozy
Broke-ass hoes, don't check on me, bust a check for me
Water and karats, my jeweler treat me like a pet bunny
Got rich off my testimony, now ain't that somethin'?
How much you think it's gon' cost to whack you, shit, I'm just wonderin'
If you think you lonely now, ho, just wait 'til next Monday
New bitch, new whip, oh my God
Know you said you was my favorite, ho, I lied
I'm on vacay with a nigga ho right now (For real)
You got ninety-nine problems and it's a dollar meal
Broke ass, ain't got a penny in your pocket still, boy
I ain't even pop it yet, I'll black out for real
On stage with your stash on me, feel like Dr. Phil
Just crashed at your bitch house, got no driving skills
She blew me, then I left her on read, nigga, Tommy Hill
Heard you runnin' out of business like a fire drill
Shit, fuck it, I'll help you find some biz when I find a SIG
Put a belt to that nigga ass, he Karate Kid
Look, I can show you how to slide right like the cha-cha dance
Ho a nigga on the spot, I'm my grandma twin
I just keep fixin' cups like when hockey rigged
My housekeeper left me twenty blunts right by the bed
Runnin' plays with my bitch like Juwanna Mann
Want some real game? Pay that fee
Old white man on a chick, KFC
Racks bustin' out the side like some Payless sneaks
Make him battle with a dot like the 8 Mile scene
Ho, eat it up now, ain't no, "May I, please?"
I'm the side nigga to a bunch of lame-ass geeks
Ayy, yeah, fuckin' on your ho, she was tangled up
Diamond choker on my bitch like Players Club
Threw her in just to slut her out, she better not run
Bouncer asked do I got my weapon? No, just my gun
Try to plot, shit ain't goin' down, better grab your plunge
I let all my hoes do what they want, baby, have your fun
Thick bitch on the way, baby, grab some ones
Got my other other ho askin', "Where them scratches from?"
Different bracket these days, I hate when the taxes come
Still doin' white collar like Daffy Duck