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Illustrator
594
Hip-Hop/Rap
Illustrator 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
BPM100

Credits

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

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Paint a picture for them boys, I'm an illustrator, yeah, yeah
And I drew and I on the roof, yeah
[Verse 2]
Ay, same motherfuckers told me
Stop showing love and look out for myself
Same ones keep calling asking me for favors
Same people tell me watch out for my jealous friends
Same motherfuckers, I'm starting to thank the haters
[Verse 3]
Pain come from up top like a migraine
Lately I don't need no motherfucking pen and paper
Got your bitch yelling, ooh, like an instigator
Got paper all different colors, I'm a illustrator
[Verse 4]
Mama said don't speak unless it's something nice
Alright, Gucci shirt was seven hundred, that was something light
Been that ****, guess the world just noticed over night
Beeze and Dre always believed when I got on their mic
[Verse 5]
Young as hell when I realized hoes was trife
Was young when my man squished my heart, cold as ice
Bebe kid, used to race home on them stolen bikes
Finally got my bitch punchin', you can call me Ike
[Verse 6]
She got booking in her by a bitch what's the price?
I ain't finna fuss or fight, I punched the flight
They say what's done in the dark always come to light
I hope they never know how we played it the other night
[Verse 7]
Say this my last day smoking, Allah
Reminiscin' 'bout the pain when I'm closing my eyes
Fuck if a bitch choose me, I'm chosen by God
Run it up and stay strapped 'cause **** hoping I die
[Verse 8]
These rappers fake, gangster groupie hoes in disguise
All the other rappers dick while they hoes is on mine
But when I smack that shit out, you hope you know they won't slide
Put a couple on your frame like you goin' to prom
[Verse 9]
In a rental with that ratchet like I'm going to prom
Nine times outta ten, how you goin' to God?
High has hell, tripin', doin' donuts like a cop
Like a Merry-go-round we got po's in the ride
[Verse 10]
This sprung got her whip like I broke in her ride
Get the neck and I dip, no, I don't wanna buy
Used to fuck hoes without knowing their name, now I need all her info
'Cause too much shit floating around
[Verse 11]
Cops took my .38, now I'm towing in nine
Fit right in my pocket, they won't know what's inside
Got my team on my back, feel like Kobe Bryant
Bad bitch at the club, that's one trophy of mine
[Verse 12]
I was told you shouldn't bring any horse to the pond
'Cause **** plottin' e'eryday
One in the head, gotta cock it everyday
Told her I can't be without you, feeling like I'm Mary J
[Verse 13]
**** try and get a dollar every way, it ain't no rules
It ain't the same **** cappin' over pro tools
Calling, I'm sorry, been a minute since I wrote you
But on my life, you gon' have me used to come home to
[Verse 14]
He said this **** come home soon, takin' crazy Cuz
Give me the word and I'm on it, I'll say fuck that
When you get out, let me get him, you stay outta trouble
It's almost time I need my motherfucking cuz back
[Verse 15]
Until my **** rogued out, I was like, fuck rappin'
Now every **** in the city is a suspect
You know we keep them toys on us like the Rugrats
But your shit all on the wall like a thumbtack
[Verse 16]
They say stop showing love and look out for myself
Same ones keep calling asking me for favors
Same ones tell me watch out for my jealous friends
The same motherfuckers, I'm starting to thank the haters
[Verse 17]
The pain come from up top like a migraine
Lately I don't need no motherfucking pen and paper
Got your bitch yelling, ooh, like an instigator
Got paper all different colors, I'ma illustrator
[Verse 18]
Yeah, hey, she knew I had the juice, but she wanted a different flavor
Came in the kitchen, let her check in the refrigerator
There's thirsty hoes everywhere, I'ma at a different mouth
Going crazy, all this fake love they dishing out
Blowin' loud, bitch, I'm stoned, that's Squidward house
Girls step with your bitch, dog, I'm in and out
All these colors in my chain, I feel Mr. Brown
[Verse 19]
Watching Mickey Mouse, clutching on a Mickey mouth
Rubbing on my bitch ass, 'bout to dick her down
These bitches try and trick a player, like a end-a-round
I'm tryna put my hood on like it's sprinkling out
[Verse 20]
Yeah, aye, I'ma get to it as long as they keep printing paper
Yeah, all different colors, I'ma illustrator
We on your head, that bulletproof is not a difference maker
Pussy, hey, hey, paint a picture for 'em I'ma illustrator
Written by: Cash Kidd
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