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things + stuff - kayr lyrics

[intro: general blaze]
drama gang, one and two, tick tock
boy diss kayr, you know the tec spark
when we make war, boy body get chalked
we no ‘fraid of no man, no gang, no bloodclot

[chorus: kayr]
said she wanna make it clap but now she doing things
now she all up in my spot and now she moving things
gotta newer range, time to make a new exchange
keep it clean, my diamonds dancing like a newer chain
know i need to get a re*up for the newer pain
about to superman your girl, i call her lois lane
i might get two the same, make one sort of blue*ish grey
you know we doing things, doing newer things, truer things bruh

[verse]
i’m a smith with the words. fresh to death but no will
haters stay gassed up, like a texaco bill
my rhymes shock, i’m an electrical eel
your rhymes are cap guns. my weapons for real
cl!ck*clack on the scene, it’s time to k!ll more rats
my clique is a dream. where happy gilmore at?
i met your crew last week, they was food for the lunch
had your girl in the backseat, soon you’ll be in the trunk, motherf*cker
time to butcher the beef, time to cut ’em up
homie can knuckle up, i came to shut ’em up
just keep it cool like you sipping a double cup
i work from dusk ’til the time that the sun is up
then i rhyme for a couple more hours devouring beats
with some powerful t**th like they came from a dinosaur
jeeze, i need some diamonds at least, yeesh
i need like 500 gs, please
promise i’ll give you receipts, sheesh
that might just cover a week, capiche
i’m with a diva out in ibiza, i’ve had like 5 in a week
i can’t believe a thing that she says but she doesn’t have time to speak

[refrain]
gimme that stuff, hater
gimme that, gimme that stuff
gimme that stuff
gimme that, gimme that stuff hater
gimme that stuff, hater
gimme that, gimme that stuff
gimme that stuff
gimme that, gimme that stuff hater
i hear these motherf*ckers really like to talk a lot (gimme that stuff, hater, gimme that, gimme that stuff)
i hear you motherf*ckers really like to talk a lot (gimme that stuff, gimme that, gimme that stuff hater)
i hear you motherf*ckers really like to talk a lot (gimme that stuff, hater, gimme that, gimme that stuff)
why don’t you get like pac*man and walk a walk? (gimme that stuff, gimme that, gimme that stuff hater)
*pac*man dying sound effect*

- kayr lyrics

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