Kuatro Ka$h - Ex's and Ho's

I don't want no hugs and kisses I'm just fucking bitches
They love money and I'm Kash so I'm sluttin' riches
Used to say I wouldn't give a dime to a dime
But I'd rather give up that then my time or piece of mind
I ain't cocky but know but how she talk she prolly want me
Fire conversations it's hablamos not hibachi cause
Dates ain't my thing I'm tryna order it to go
You can eat after you eat me in the car on your way home
I got no diamonds on my face what make the hoes stare
Wig out she gimme' real head cause this my own hair
Big couch booty bitch her ass take up the whole chair
Had a threesome one of em' got mad and said it won't fair
I flood her river now she wetter than the ocean
Let her drive the boat and smoke my za she say it's potent
It get real litty real fast
Natural girl I love her real titties and her real ass
She love that I got real 50's and I'm real Kash
These niggas literally broke they need a real cast
Takin' hella drugs to make the pain heal fast
Pop a erky once a week I'm tryna make them pills last
Damn that's how the game is
Met me way back in school I ain't the same kid
I don't remember how or even what your name is
But I could never forget how good your brain is
I ain't a player just know a couple sluts that like to fuck and do me favors
I hit her with that wood then roll a wood cause I like flavors
Asking for my dead's is hella' dead go get some paper
Shit they be flipping out
I be trickin' out dickin' out I got em' wiggin' out
They see me on freeze when it's hot I just be chillin' out
She gon' put her mouth on top my dick and pull them children out
Suck me like mosquitos she love meat but I ain't grilling out
I'm joking that's a maybe
Hit em' with my cousin we Vince Carter and McGrady
Told me she like cars I made her bend in my Mercedes
Don Julio demon time the new hades
I don't want no hugs and kisses I'm just fucking bitches
They love money and I'm Kash so I'm sluttin' riches
Used to say I wouldn't give a dime to a dime
But I'd rather give up that then my time or piece of mind
I ain't cocky but know but how she talk she prolly want me
Fire conversations it's hablamos not hibachi cause
Dates ain't my thing I'm tryna order it to go
You can eat after you eat me in the car on your way home

Written by:
William Johnson IV

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