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Bobby Fishscale

Cheating

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Cheating was released on August 7, 2020 by Fishscale Family LLC as a part of the album The Last Re-Up

Song Details

AlbumThe Last Re-Up

Release DateAugust 7, 2020

LabelFishscale Family LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM69

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Bobby Fishscale

Bobby Fishscale

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Carl Paul

Songwriter

Darryl Thomas

Songwriter

Donny Flores

Songwriter

Joshua Mitchell

Joshua Mitchell

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bobby Fishscale

Bobby Fishscale

Recording Engineer

Carl Paul

Producer

Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez

Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I think she gon' kill me if she catch me cheating one more time

I told her that I'm through cheating, but I think she know I'm lying

I've been cheating on the coke, out here selling flocka dimes

I'm sorry, coke, but you know that flocka really out here flying

She say, "You trapped out, but you kinda cool with it"

She say, "You got a lot of dope, know what to do with it"

She had a fake bag, told her I ain't cool with it

She got a good mind, but don't know what to do with it

She say, "I seen you in the kitchen, you a fool with it"

I told her, "Yeah, I dropped the ball, charge them two-fifty"

She say, "They say you fucked my cousin, I don't need no witness"

I told that bitch, "We can't do dates, we don't need no witness"

Two zips for twenty-two, you know I charge that boy Emmitt

They gave my brother seven-thousand days, long sentence

He ain't gotta ask for it, he know that I'm gon' send it

They keep asking for features 'cause they know I'm gon' kill it

I got a uncle name Richard, but got no millies

I serve a junkie, she got cancer, she ain't got no titties

When you in confinement, you cannot get no visits

Mouth full of diamonds, but I didn't go to no dentist

My music steady climbing, I ain't got no limit

Don't want you rhymin' in it, you don't feel it

Ridin' round on a Raptor, I just popped four wheelies

Cheat on my bitch again, I think she gon' kill me

I'm in love with a white bitch, sometimes, she got a tan

Take her straight to the kitchen, me and her, we gon' dance

Go back to the store, need more rubber bands

Cooked so much dope, caught a cramp in my hand

I don't want you, ho, you ain't even got a band

Lil' poor bitch, still I chill, rockin' bands

I'm in it for the money, never tried to be the man

My auntie really smoke crack off a can

I serve that bitch much dope as I can

Tricking at the truck stop, bitch might make a band

Made a bag, smoked it on a fifty-cent soda can

Bitch, gon' kill me, bitch, gon' kill me if she catch me cheating again

I think she gon' kill me if she catch me cheating one more time

I told her that I'm through cheating, but I think she know I'm lying

I've been cheating on the coke, out here selling flocka dimes

I'm sorry, coke, but you know that flocka really out here flying

She say, "You wanna cheat then, ****, I'ma cheat, too"

I dropped the whole zip, it came by the twenty-two

I usually get twenty-seven, what the fuck happened?

When that bitch drive, twenty-one like savage

I cheated on my bitch, now, I gotta find a new plug

They say I'm cheating with the flock, so the prices going up

They say, now you want five, you was just getting a dub

You could get two a G fucking with that flocka

I don't really like to flex, but I got it sewed up

And you know I can't serve you 'cause you still owe bruh

Rule number one in the streets, show no love

Love will get you killed, but killed will get you love, hey

Love will get you killed, but killed will get you love

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Written by: Carl Paul, Darryl Thomas, Donny Flores, Joshua Mitchell

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