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friday the 13th - diizii & thedirtybunny lyrics

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[part i]

[intro: diizii]
bunny gon’ beat ‘em up!

[chorus: diizii]
have a b*tch screamin’
you know how i’m movin’ pounds (oh*woo!)
these hollow tips ain’t lowkey like me
b*tch, i’m shootin’ rounds
michael myers, freddy krueger
jason voorhees, i’m all three
you know who i am right now
b*tch, it’s friday the thirteenth

[refrain: diizii]
ch, ch, ah, ah (hol’ on)
k!ll that n*gga quick
ch, ch, ah, ah
b*tch, i never quit
ch, ch, ah, ah (uh)
thought they could f*ck with the kid
ch, ch, ah, ah (uh)
hol’ up, b*tch, i throw a fit

[verse: diizii]
stab a n*gga, that’s okay (yeah!)
leavin’ these kids on her face, yeah (godd*mn)
lil’ n*gga best keep up the pace, yeah
they runnin’, i’m gon’ run yo’ fade, yeah
my bad lil’—uh—want a taste, yeah (what it do?)
i’ma k!ll him, not leavin’ no trace, yeah (phew)
i be in love with the bl!ck
i be in love with my b*tch
i don’t be playin’ no tricks
she be in love with my— (ha)
told tdb, “i’ma go spaz,” yeah!
f*ck you thought? i’m poppin’ tags, huh
like, n*gga, i’ma blow me a bag, huh
you playin’, i’m leavin’ you flat (skrrt)
you snitchin’ ‘em out, you a rat (the f*ck?)
yo’ homies not f*ckin’ with that (yeah)
you gettin’ k!lled by yo’ own gat, uh (phew)
[chorus: diizii]
have a b*tch screamin’
you know how i’m movin’ pounds (oh*woo!)
these hollow tips ain’t lowkey like me
b*tch, i’m shootin’ rounds
michael myers, freddy krueger
jason voorhees, i’m all three
you know who i am right now
b*tch, it’s friday the thirteenth

[part ii]

[verse: diizii]
huh? i don’t be givin’, i’m takin’
huh, claimin’ they real but they fakin’
i’m fried but these n*ggas not bacon
yeah, i ‘on’ f*ck wit’ y’all b*tches, y’all basic
yeah, i ‘on’ want yo’ b*tch, she gon’ chase me
and my b*tch? she be lovin’ to taste it
b*tch, it’s just the facts, you gotta face ‘em, hol’ up
yeah, n*gga, my pockets be fatter, huh
steppin’ it up, ain’t no ladder (woo!)
b*tch, i be f*ckin’ her brains out
i don’t give a f*ck if you had her (yeah!)
i really be rippin’ my beats, yeah!
and n*ggas still ain’t on their feet, yeah!
i should charge a band for a feat’, uh
we f*ckin’ whenever we meet
k!llin’ em, it’s the thirteenth
i’ma hit ‘em with the burner (bah!)
like this n*gga timmy turner
like this n*gga carry fye (phew)
like this n*gga got designer, wait
this n*gga ‘bouta die?
pardon me, i’m too fried
my nina like you, don’t be shy
now i got blood on my kicks
uh, when she ridin’, she doin’ tricks
and what if you look like a l!ck?
and what if they k!llin’ you quick? (boom)
[refrain: diizii]
ch, ch, ah, ah (hol’ on)
k!ll that n*gga quick
ch, ch, ah, ah
b*tch, i never quit
ch, ch, ah, ah (uh)
thought they could f*ck with the kid
ch, ch, ah, ah (uh)
hol’ up, b*tch, i throw a fit

[outro: diizii]
ch, ch, ah, ah
ch, ch, ah, ah
ch, ch, ah, ah
ch, ch, ah, ah (agh, diizii!)

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