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belt 2 a$ - kidicee lyrics

they shot yo crib up
they got yo mom evicted
you ain’t really slide for you cousin you pretended
you say you touchin pape but yo whip still ain’t tinted
you the type to stay in the bus i’m landing tilted
i would never slide on you with yo police ass
i got proof you suck toes
i bet you eat ass
you ain’t never fought a case with yo sweet ass
i ain’t throwin hands i’m throwin bullets with my weak ass
you the type to run off on the plug with yo fiend ass
you the type to match a gram with yo cheap ass
irl you a b*tch you just gangsta behind the keypad
we put belt to ass we gone spank you in that ski mask

alright i said im finna roll the window down and let the heat blast
in the club i ain’t got no gun im finna beat ass
you need to get yo weight up with yo weak ass
and all that sh*t you rappin on the track you know that sh*t trash
get a bow and break that b*tch down untill the last bag
i be hanging wit gorillas where you won’t last
brodie pulled up on a
so it shoot fast
i’m really in the biddie with a laser tryna play tag
i know a n*gga sneak dissin with his fake ass
i hate a n*gga who act like a k!ller tryna fake crash
im finna serve the whole city i got real thrax
when my brother ain’t n0body wanna claim that
let a n*gga blow at me ima bang back
balling in the league i could’ve f*cked around and stopped shaq
you gave up names in them cuffs with yo rat ass
you was toting bb guns
i was clutching compacts
he tried to kia boy my whip and got shot at
i can call up raki i don’t even gotta fight back
i put the switch on glockiana it’s a life hack
you can slide bro but you might never get yo life back
you in that 1998 camry n*gga i know yo life trash
you the type to spin the wrong block with yo high ass
you know where i stay n*gga come on slide back
you still on the school chromebook i’m on the imac
all that sh*t you talked in them dms was all caps
the paper work just came out yall n*ggas all rats
i hit her friend she texting me in all caps
you are not a rapper n*gga everything you drop trash
all you did was up it you ain’t bust it with yo half ass
keep on dissin we gone send shots where you nap it
you ah do the crime but not the time with yo rat ass
i heard you kissed a boy inside yo pod with yo f*g ass

- kidicee lyrics

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