
Voice Gone Freestyle Cash Kidd
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[Intro]
My motherfuckin'—
(Ooh, Austin)
My motherfuckin' voice gone
Ayy, still in this bitch
It's all excuses
[Verse 1]
Ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up
Yeah, really, I just want my dick sucked
My bitch sluttin' out my other bitch, we all some sick fucks
Mama thick, I'm suicidal, I just fucked my wrist up
Cut the bitch off, got my bands up
Boy, you know it was us that did that shit, and what?
Pocked stuffed than a bitch, I keep on gettin' my hands stuck
Ayy, man up, why you take the bitch back, simp?
Walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip
We finally did it, count more miles and go to Saks Fifth
Saint Laurent track 'fit, smoke up with a bad bitch
Your bitch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch
My voice gone 'cause I was fuckin' on your rap bitch
Outside in the rain with no motherfuckin' jacket
So many scam pages, I should be on Catfish
Just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain't no hat trick
[Chorus]
Nigga think he fuckin' with mе, he dreamin'
Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin'
Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now)
I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus
Hit a nigga block with them mops, then bleed it
Pussy nigga better take cover, anemic
Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin'
I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy
My motherfuckin'—
(Ooh, Austin)
My motherfuckin' voice gone
Ayy, still in this bitch
It's all excuses
[Verse 1]
Ayy, sorry, sweatheart, pull your pants up
Yeah, really, I just want my dick sucked
My bitch sluttin' out my other bitch, we all some sick fucks
Mama thick, I'm suicidal, I just fucked my wrist up
Cut the bitch off, got my bands up
Boy, you know it was us that did that shit, and what?
Pocked stuffed than a bitch, I keep on gettin' my hands stuck
Ayy, man up, why you take the bitch back, simp?
Walked up to my bank account then hit a backflip
We finally did it, count more miles and go to Saks Fifth
Saint Laurent track 'fit, smoke up with a bad bitch
Your bitch likely love me with your chain on, her neck itch
My voice gone 'cause I was fuckin' on your rap bitch
Outside in the rain with no motherfuckin' jacket
So many scam pages, I should be on Catfish
Just madе a bunny come out the top, this ain't no hat trick
[Chorus]
Nigga think he fuckin' with mе, he dreamin'
Ironic how I'm fresh as hell but I'm freezin'
Bitch, let me get some neck, I need it (Right now)
I'm in the clouds with no socks, like Jesus
Hit a nigga block with them mops, then bleed it
Pussy nigga better take cover, anemic
Forgot I had a bitch, she just dumped me for cheatin'
I'm so rich, I don't give a fuck, I mean it, ayy
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