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BeBe
2,923
Hip-Hop/Rap
BeBe was released on August 31, 2018 by 4746 Global as a part of the album BeBe Kidd 2
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Release DateAugust 31, 2018
Label4746 Global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Smith
Marc Smith
Producer

Lyrics

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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