BeBe - Cash Kidd: 노래 가사, 뮤직 비디오 및 콘서트

BeBe

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BeBe은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 8월 31일일에 4746 Global에서 발매되었습니다.BeBe Kidd 2

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앨범BeBe Kidd 2

발매일2018년 8월 31일

라벨4746 Global

언어English

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM95

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Cash Kidd

실연자

작곡 및 작사

Cash Kidd

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

Marc Smith

프로듀서

가사

Yeah

(The 'mazing beats)

(All these bitches hoes)

I served my chip three times

(Turn up full of all these bitches hoes)

Jam they dumb ass

Slid the piece

Slimeball in heaven, Ru

(Ha, same receipt, same receipt, ya heard me?)

Jeff, Rez in that bitch

Fuck you mean, you gon' get your motherfuckin' manager?

This fake ID ****, official as hell bitch (Ya heard me?)

(Talkin' 'bout, dumb ass)

Aye **** what's the fuckin' deal my baby?

Aye, chunky .40, that's a BB-dub, yeah

Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah

Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah

High as a bitch, I couldn't even run

Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh

Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah

Just can't forgive him, walk around with a grudge

Shit not that simple, took a **** that I love, yeah

Ass stack for the slacks, that was light (That was light)

Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that's nice (Oh, that's nice)

Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife (Hoes trofe)

Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah (Soft)

Aye travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights

Take me to where I ain't gotta clutch at lights

Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah

Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice

First heatbreak, ain't have shit to do with bitches

Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different

Turned a **** savage, ever since I been trippin'

Still smile but I'm hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor

Numb the pain with the chicken, .40 came with extensions

The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog

Just be patient, it's gon' take a lil' minute

When you get it out the mud and don't change on yo' ****, yeah

Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals

Ambulance took a hour just to get to my **** (Where Rez?)

We're just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin'

Make us wanna hide out with them TEC's like a side ****, yeah

Made me wanna blow a ****, that's on God

Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom

Gucci, I'ma treat your brother like he mine

Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah

Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book

Fuck her puss, I'm aimin' for her chin like a uppercut

I ain't matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up

Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, aye

Stupid **** tryna scrap, **** punch these slugs (Dumb ass)

Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut

Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust

Yeah, feel like Cartier, **** add me up

Yeah, I hope **** don't think they invincible, yeah

Big .45 turn 'em invisible

Used to say no new ****, only originals, yeah

But day ones'll get to switchin' too

Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?

Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah

BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules

I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah

Aye **** why you like this bitch? Her head terrible

My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu

Get a body in this bitch like a parachute

Word around, I'm a dog, damn I never knew (Damn, for real?)

Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I'm scared of you

They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho

For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse

Free my ****, huh, we them ****

Out the way, ain't tryna see you ****

Hate to be you ****, 'cause we hit all y'all hoes, huh

Y'all could fuck ours too, we don't give a fuck

**** cryin' over hoes, I let my **** fuck

I been tryna keep shit cool but **** weak as fuck

Cuffin' on these nat-nats, hair cheap as fuck

She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs

Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up

Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up

Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub

Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum (On God)

That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff

Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water

Now I'm ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner

All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster

All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner

Yeah, I hope **** don't think they invincible, yeah

Big .45 turn 'em invisible

Used to say no new ****, only originals, yeah

But day ones'll get to switchin' too

Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do? (What you finna do?)

Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah

BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules

I wasn't even 'posed to be here, this a miracle

(The 'mazing beats)

Written by: Cash Kidd

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