Kash Doll Lyrics

Always had a thing for the fast car

Hit the gas, do the dash like nascar

Started in back, now I passed y'all

And my bitch brown bad, like kash doll

And she be gettin to the bread

Take a break, baby gimme some head

Gimme head, ima give you that leg

Young player, always keep shit player

(Unh unh)

Yea holding it down

Holding her down cuz her man outta town

She told me come thru

I come thru, bust her down

Now she suckin my dick

While I'm sippin the brown

She want me to love her

But I ain't Chris Brown

Ain't singing to bitches, bitch I get around

I think I'm the shit, but I smell like a pound

They biting the drip, and they stealing the sound (damn)

Fast lane, it's lookin slow for you bitches

Don't give a fuck if they real sisters

It's slow for both of them bitches

Unless you gettin to a bag

Can you really say you bad

Nigga I was 16, scoopin bitches in a jag

Southside rippin runnin

Like my dash, I keep it a hunnit

Niggas fake, keep it movin

Niggas hate, like how you move how you movin

Niggas actors, they on that Tom Cruise shit

Play wit the bread, that's impossible

Aim at ur legs, nah shots at the top of you

Hole in your head, that shit ain't a follicle

Boy I get more head than muhfuckin barbers do

Always had a thing for the fast car

Hit the gas, do the dash like nascar

Started in back, now I passed y'all

And my bitch brown bad, like kash doll

And she be gettin to the bread

Take a break, baby

Gimme some head

Gimme head, ima give you that leg

Young player, always keep shit player

(Unh unh)