Cash Cobain Slizzyhunchodon Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Cobain]
Tss

[Verse 1: Cash Cobain]
I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get too close
Please don't think shit sweet, if a nigga run up, it's Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm with the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she lovin' the wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, "I already know"
I f*cked her one time then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo' sure
[Verse 2: Quavo & Cash Cobain]
Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood, she put that shit on, she get on the floor (Yeah)
I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul (Snatchin' that soul)
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint (Let's go; tss)

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain & Quavo]
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left, now, she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah), bitch gon' f*ck me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo), f*cked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate

[Verse 4: Quavo] And she be— and she be p*ssy poppin' for the gang (Hey)
I dressed her up in that designer stuff before I even got to know her name (Tss)
And she be— she give me brain while I'm switchin' lanes (She give me)
She ride it like a stallion, I'ma buy the bitch a chain (Ice)
Put it in your mouth, make you turn around, tattoo a nigga name (Tat it)
Trappin' in the house, if we in a drought, can you catch a nigga plays? (Phew)
She keep it sexy, she want me to f*ck on her bestie and then want me to lay her (Sexy)
She havin' forty inches, when I go hit it, I f*ck up her lace (Lace)
[Verse 5: Don Toliver]
I know she finna come call me 'cause I go and f*ck her the best
You let me come in and eat it up, I go and beat it up, nut on her chest
Told that lil' bitch, "I'm sorry," I know she be so depressed
Clubbin' her down, beatin' her walls, it sound like a turf
The way we link, it's way too natural (Way too natural, yeah)
The way that body look too natural (The way that body)
The way you f*ck me, I ain't mad at you (I ain't mad at you)
I'ma keep it cool, spend a bag or two (Bag or two)
Shawty want to throw it back to that "ATTITUDE"
Baby, I'm permanent like a tattoo (Like a tattoo)
f*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you
Eatin' my baby mama out in Cancún (Out in Cancún)
Ooh, shawty like a monsoon
Hardstone mask like I'm MF DOOM
Let me beat that back and watch that p*ssy bloom
Bitch, we goin' up like a hot balloon

[Outro: Cash Cobain & Don Toliver]
And you got a gratitude
I ain't never meet no one as bad as you (Bad as you)
I just gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be— (f*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm, and I just gotta have you too
No one in this world even badder, boo
Gotta do what I gotta do 'cause you be— (f*ckin' me, f*ckin' me good, I ain't mad at you)
Mmm-hmm

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