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knt put it to bed - driphouse productions lyrics

if that guy wanna chat sh*t
i’ll just wait till it’s dark and see him in the evening

just know u ain’t doing it right, if after the fight
he’s still speaking

if i pull up outside the block, i won’t stop these shot’s
till he’s leaking

already burnt that bridge, but i still wanna hurt this pr*ck
when i meet him
i got big plans and this time i ain’t leaving

had to put some hours on the mic, cuz they know it hit right
with what i’m preaching

even tho back then they couldn’t give a f*ck, what i’m feeling

ain’t bin up in the booth
for a while so i miss the scene
they said stop that grind
now them lot tell me
i’m cold from the mouth like listerine
f*ck them snakes i’m goin outside
i guеss man’s gotta do what it takes
it’s just me and my biggest drеam

i ain’t talking lean. don’t sip that shein. no brand i ain’t affiliated. i ain’t talking sh*t bout ur mum but maybe the last time i got baited. i ain’t shaking shaking cakes be baking gang be hating man be skating

rass a zoot
cali what i’m blazing
she sweet
just like some glazing
bros driving erratic
need bands in elastic
pushin the p
i’m pushin the plastic
all this crud
whys he talkin the baddest
his b*tch i done could’ve had it
he’s makin me the maddest
won’t hesitate to
pull up and smack him
my n*gga
willin for the nappings
he clame he known
all for the clappings
slappings
pull up on her
i know she the baddest
she’s not hesitating
at all
to grab dis
billin a zoot
i’m billin the fattest

billing the fattest
tapping the baddest
she gluckin the maddest
bucking the palace
tuck it and dash it
baddest

the way she works i repeat it and i slap it
just like these drillers
i’m eating her up like a 3 course dinner. crusing this dinger
im loving the high of these pingers
when i’m brucking it down
she a well known singer
people use to say
i was fat like a zinger
making money of this pen
i’m making money offa this finger
she acting funny offa the hen
and i can’t be rising these trends
like these washed out yutes
they’re stuck in there f*cking head

lean cup
guts all red
just slide
no sled
no dingers
we was riding peds
how many disses
5 or 10
i’ll shine till dead
she fine but dead
fill this bine
with lead
takin this high
to the head
nuttin on her spine
her bed
fakin a shine
just to impress
do more
do less
hit his core
hit his chest
can’t put it to rest

- driphouse productions lyrics

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