little friend - 83hades lyrics
say h*llo say h*llo to my little friend
say h*lllo then we go b*tch we bouta’ spin
i be dumpin where he go in the west end
i got this big 223 cave his chest in
gettin’ money though i ain’t taking less than
100 bands money bands im the money man
im throwing hands grab a gun its afghanistan
rubber bands to hold the guap you dont understand
i’ma big dog and im war ready
black switch hold it more steady
im jason like poor freddy putting black dog up in the fetty
my pants sag cuz the pistol heavy
come and get her yo b*tch is ready
ima dope boy buti bake sh*t when im in the kitchin i be ginger breading
i got one in the chamber and im bouta squeez
left right glock on me turn em’ swiss cheese
ima burn this b*tch tonight it’s 83 degrees
i did this sh*t all by myself you had to use your knees
6 speed in this b*tch aye
mac*11 hold clips aye
gold its all on my wrist aye
pole on me like to f*ck ugh
12 shots better duck b*tch
static on me get struck b*tch
sh*t outta luck, when im depressed i just start coutin’ up buck
the stack give me paper cuts paid to win but you know i don’t give two f*cks
pistol whippin i be in the streets im givin’ upper cuts
yo b*tch with me p*ssy gettin chewed just like some bubble gum
both of em’ i want both of em’ might get on top of em’
double dutch the duece duece got my back its gonna humble em’
im troublesome b*tch i got a choppa with a double drum
he forrest gum yea i make em’ run im gon stumble em’
and this go on and on ima god i’ma phenomenon
(slowed down)
say h*llo say h*llo to my little friend
say h*lllo then we go b*tch we bouta’ spin
i be dumpin where he go in the west end
i got this big 223 cave his chest in
gettin’ money though i ain’t taking less than
100 bands money bands im the money man
im throwing hands grab a gun its afghanistan
rubber bands to hold the guap you dont understand
i’ma big dog and im war ready
black switch hold it more steady
im jason like poor freddy putting black dog up in the fetty
my pants sag cuz the pistol heavy
come and get her yo b*tch is ready
ima dope boy buti bake sh*t when im in the kitchin i be ginger breading
i got one in the chamber and im bouta squeez
left right glock on me turn em’ swiss cheese
ima burn this b*tch tonight it’s 83 degrees
i did this sh*t all by myself you had to use your knees
6 speed in this b*tch aye
mac*11 hold clips aye
gold its all on my wrist aye
pole on me like to f*ck ugh
12 shots better duck b*tch
static on me get struck b*tch
sh*t outta luck, when im depressed i just start coutin’ up buck
the stack give me paper cuts paid to win but you know i don’t give two f*cks
pistol whippin i be in the streets im givin’ upper cuts
yo b*tch with me p*ssy gettin chewed just like some bubble gum
both of em’ i want both of em’ might get on top of em’
double dutch the duece duece got my back its gonna humble em’
im troublesome b*tch i got a choppa with a double drum
he forrest gum yea i make em’ run im gon stumble em’
and this go on and on ima god i’ma phenomenon
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