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spray heat - kidd klipse lyrics

stupid b-tch she always think i’m cheatin’
choppa to your throat it leave a n-gga leakin’
put you on a grill, since you wanna spark some beef then
hit it from the back, i’m out the door you’ll see me leavin’
hit me when you wanna f-ck, not when you wanna tease me
i make money h-lla fast, i swear its h-lla easy
when i’m feeling down i need a bad b-tch to please me
but i got a wrapup cause i ain’t tryna go out like easy
me, i don’t got no friends, i feel like uzi vert
i just got some bros that’ll put you on a t-shirt
shot the gun at the ground, he said that his feet hurt
chopper hold a hundred rounds, lets see who gon’ sleep first
told that b-tch i need my sp-ce, and ain’t talkin bout reefer
my n-ggas almost caught a case, tryna set a [?]
he tell me bout his mixtape, but i swear it was [?]
went to the club, didn’t show id cause i was reserved
give the lil’ b-tch the d, cause thats something she deserved
these n-ggas was hating on me, but i just had to preserve
you was alway down [?], when i had caesar
n-ggas talk a lot but don’t do nun’, they give me fevers
man all these n-ggas they so f-cking fake
and they f-cking hate, they asked my how i’m doin’; i’m doing great
they don’t know my head in the water, but it’s deeper than a lake
gatherin’ up all my dogs, like they leaves and i gotta rake
i can’t f-ck with you n-ggas, you so f-cking shady
i can make the f-ckin’ block shake like its haiti
all these thotties, yeah they wanna have my f-cking baby
i swear they just wanna drive me crazy
i’m gon’ drop the top like we in the eighties’
and we riding in audis, not no f-cking mercedes
all these b-tches try to play me
run up on me i’m a f-cking spray heat
choppa in the closet that’s my f-cking g-y freak
[?], for me
for me, for me, for me
and my f-cking g-y freak

- kidd klipse lyrics

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