Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Kidd Next Door, artista - Cash Kidd. Fecha de emisión: 30.03.2023
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Kidd Next Door |
| The kid next door, he’s a motherfuckin' con artist |
| Next door, he’s a genius, yeah, ayy |
| My next-door neighbor is a killer |
| Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike |
| Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes) |
| Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night |
| Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks |
| Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right |
| Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow) |
| Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights |
| Heh, dork, word to Pipsqueak |
| Stick a horny cougar, I’ll finger-fuck to fifty |
| R.I.P. Yase, let a nigga sneak-diss me |
| Bitch, I’m layin' with the AK like I’m Swiss Beats |
| Double C on my bitch like she tipsy |
| I just hit three bop bitches, feel like *NSYNC |
| Fucked her in the hotel tub, call her Teletubbie |
| Dipsy, dick on her head like Dipsy |
| Ayy, hold up, I been scammin', livin' rent-free |
| I’m so tired of broke bitches, please rich bitch me |
| She said, «Daddy, you the chosen one,» I said, «Bitch, preach» |
| Silencer on the Nina make her lip sync |
| Next-door neighbor is a killer |
| Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike |
| Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes) |
| Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night |
| Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks |
| Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right |
| Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow) |
| Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights |
| Don’t even want no lights |
| Yeah, flashin' every day, don’t even want no lights |
| Had to pull strings for these wins, but I don’t own no kite |
| Pulled off in the stolen Charger like my phone gon' die |
| I’ll get to squeezin' on the arm like my clothes on tight |
| I was that one Beyblade kid, probably stole your bike |
| The police said, «Freeze,» my neck done been froze all night |
| I got twenty main bitches, they up on my nuts |
| She said, «Why your hands always up?» 'Cause I’m a catch |
| Niggas ain’t hatin' hard enough, I’m not impressed |
| I got 800 on me like I dialed COLLECT |
| On the stage, jumpin' in the crowd like Ron Artest |
| I’ll point it to your head like Malcolm X |
| I’m with G Money, tryna sleek me a nigga |
| Had to get my lick back, I’m an Indian giver |
| Ayy, my next-door neighbor is a killer |
| Mama wonderin' why I’m hangin' with that nigga, 'cause we just alike |
| Runnin' through this paper and these bitches (Fuckin' hoes) |
| Boy, that lil' ho you jackin' off to, I blocked the other night |
| Nigga, you’s a corn, Eddie Kendricks |
| Yeah, I’m toxic, but she keep on comin' back 'cause you don’t fuck her right |
| Please drop the loc' so we can spin it (Bow, bow, bow, bow) |
| Hit a nigga up and then play it cool, don’t even run no lights |