Spend-A-Night Bag lyrics

by

Cash Kidd


[Intro]
(P. Dot got that pack)

[Verse 1]
Need to learn sign language 'cause I'm definitely blessed
Broke your baby mama back like you stepped on a crack
Spikes on me bleedin' like I sat on a tack
Big 'bows to the neck, feel like Cat in the Hat
BeBe Kidd, gettin' ate up in the back of the jet
Just sent your n*gga to the store and smacked his ass in the neck
It's offensive that your b*tch think I'm affordable
Ironic, she heard I'm a swiper, now I'm so adorable
I like his songs, but I can tell he just a corny dude
You rеally tryna rap my life, that's why I'm bumpin' you
Harry Potter, I just put a di*k on a broom
I done seen morе n*ggas stretched out than a Jordan shoe
My b*tch say that he dumb, I see why you feel yourself
Put this di*k in your throat, bae, kill yourself
Okay, I heard the pus*y good, lil' b*tch, what else?
I been pokin' hoes like I can't fit my belt
Scammed Pornhub, used to punch to tip myself
Neck busted open, it look like I bit myself
I feel like Sonic, 'cause the n*ggas I'm with might tell
Barack Obama, guarantee you get hit by shells
They told me money ease the pain, it still don't help
f*ck it, cut him off, he cross the line like a drunk driver
Run up on me, the n*gga must be off a Budweiser
Now he at home with a metal plate like an umpire
[Chorus]
Hatin'-ass n*gga, take a f*ckin' shower
Pay attention to me, you might make a couple dollars
Pointers all on me, they mistakin' me for Bowser
Bought a bigger house so I could pray a little louder
Leave your spend-a-night bag, baby, just an hour
Send her to her n*gga, let her lay up with a coward
Ooh, I got 'em sick, they tryna fake like they unbothered
Strap on the seat, I ain't no f*ckin' baby toddler

[Verse 2]
We got more toys than a f*ckin' baby shower
Shake the devil off, I fell in love with an imposter
Now it's two bad b*tches feedin' me my lobster
No hands, it get real messy like soccer
I just jugged eight bands out the Days Inn
Amiri, rips in my clothes like a caveman
Ooh, I feel like stuntin' on these n*ggas, let me rain dance
I'll hop out, do a n*gga shadier than Ray Bans
My opp get to clappin' like a lame when the plane land
Huh, ayy
Catch the neck, drop her off to her lame man
Ate the cat, octopus, should have eight hands
I just bought my headhunter a Mercedes-Benz
I ain't f*ckin' with these n*ggas, we ain't shakin' hands
Every b*tch I did wrong wanna date again
Said she got a bone to pick, Operation man
I'll trade you my ex-b*tch for an eight of red
These n*ggas fallin' off like Mr. Potato Head
Snuck the arm in, missed the potato head
Let me c*ck it to the side like the stanky leg
I just hit a freak b*tch inside her auntie bed
Made me put some shells in your head like Jamaican dreads
We just left your town with them pounds, feel like Sexyy Red
n*ggas got some money, then fell off, now they hatin' again
[Chorus]
Hatin'-ass n*gga, take a f*ckin' shower
Pay attention to me, you might make a couple dollars
Pointers all on me, they mistakin' me for Bowser
Bought a bigger house so I could pray a little louder
Leave your spend-a-night bag, baby, just an hour
Send her to her n*gga, let her lay up with a coward
Ooh, I got 'em sick, they tryna fake like they unbothered
Strap on the seat, I ain't no f*ckin' baby toddler
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