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Cash Cobain - JHOLIDAY Lyrics



Cash Cobain - JHOLIDAY Lyrics
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[ Featuring Chow Lee ]

Don't say god bless when I sneeze
'Cause I'm already blessed, bitch
Don't got no time for no ex-bitch
Don't even text but she still get the message
Pussy was better than expected
Hit that, I scratched your name off the checklist
I eat that pussy for breakfast
Or you suckin' dick out my sleep, what's your preference?
Tss, I gotta put you to bed, bitch
Tss, that pussy good, baby, but you is a bad bitch
I wanna fight every nigga that had it
I wanna fight every nigga that had it
You causin' us madness, ha-choo
Yeah, I sneezed, but I'm already blessed, bitch
I don't want none of your blessings
But you got somethin' you blessed wit'
I wanna cum in it, yes, bitch
I'ma go dumb in it, yes, bitch
Beatin' that pussy, no drum in it, yes, bitch
Empty the clip, yeah, the gun in it, yes, bitch
I put you in my eyes only on Snapchat
Hittin' that shit from the back-back
Wet-wet, hittin' that shit, it go, "Splat-splat"
Camel toe, that pussy fat-fat
He did not want it so I gotta have that
Slime and I'm screamin' out, "Slatt-slatt"
Keep me a gat-gat, I'll never lack-lack
Nigga, what else?
Bitch, where you at-at?
I gotta Glock in the backpack
I'm sippin' this Henny, I'm off of the yak-yak
You post a picture on the 'Gram, double tap that

She tried to f*ck on my friend
So I gotta get back-back (yup)
I had to act bad
I'm tryna put her to sleep like I'm tryin' to get act back (yup)
I beat her back down
I hit it raw but its feelin' like Friday Night Smackdown
I put that bitch in the sleeper
I put her to sleep and I made that bitch tap out
I ain't tryna see the reaper
I tinted the whip and the Glock on my lap now
She told me she was a keeper
But she let me f*ck her right up in the trap house
Ew, how does that sound?
When her nigga call her
He hear us in the background
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you
Okay, alright
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you
Okay, alright
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you (yup)

You could still be my baby, though (yup)
One rule don't ever play me ho (yup)
Yeah, I'm super but I'll never save you ho (yup)
I ain't Spider-Man I cannot save you ho (yup)
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Don't say god bless when I sneeze
'Cause I'm already blessed, bitch
Don't got no time for no ex-bitch
Don't even text but she still get the message
Pussy was better than expected
Hit that, I scratched your name off the checklist
I eat that pussy for breakfast
Or you suckin' dick out my sleep, what's your preference?
Tss, I gotta put you to bed, bitch
Tss, that pussy good, baby, but you is a bad bitch
I wanna fight every nigga that had it
I wanna fight every nigga that had it
You causin' us madness, ha-choo
Yeah, I sneezed, but I'm already blessed, bitch
I don't want none of your blessings
But you got somethin' you blessed wit'
I wanna cum in it, yes, bitch
I'ma go dumb in it, yes, bitch
Beatin' that pussy, no drum in it, yes, bitch
Empty the clip, yeah, the gun in it, yes, bitch
I put you in my eyes only on Snapchat
Hittin' that shit from the back-back
Wet-wet, hittin' that shit, it go, "Splat-splat"
Camel toe, that pussy fat-fat
He did not want it so I gotta have that
Slime and I'm screamin' out, "Slatt-slatt"
Keep me a gat-gat, I'll never lack-lack
Nigga, what else?
Bitch, where you at-at?
I gotta Glock in the backpack
I'm sippin' this Henny, I'm off of the yak-yak
You post a picture on the 'Gram, double tap that

She tried to f*ck on my friend
So I gotta get back-back (yup)
I had to act bad
I'm tryna put her to sleep like I'm tryin' to get act back (yup)
I beat her back down
I hit it raw but its feelin' like Friday Night Smackdown
I put that bitch in the sleeper
I put her to sleep and I made that bitch tap out
I ain't tryna see the reaper
I tinted the whip and the Glock on my lap now
She told me she was a keeper
But she let me f*ck her right up in the trap house
Ew, how does that sound?
When her nigga call her
He hear us in the background
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you
Okay, alright
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you
Okay, alright
I'll never judge you
I might f*ck you but I'll never love you (yup)

You could still be my baby, though (yup)
One rule don't ever play me ho (yup)
Yeah, I'm super but I'll never save you ho (yup)
I ain't Spider-Man I cannot save you ho (yup)
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Writer: Cashmere Small, Justin Jones
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Performed By: Cash Cobain
Featuring: Chow Lee
Language: English
Length: 2:15
Written by: Cashmere Small, Justin Jones

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