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idontneedanyone - kill stacy lyrics

i ain’t had no one i still got it
i don’t do sh*t and i’m still poppin
n*ggas start rappin to get them some (?)
they broke as a f*ck little boy why you still droppin
how high your mans on the floor like he pill poppin
chop* choppas your head get you gone cuz you still talkin
f*ckin your girl and i got on her head
and i know what i did cuz i see that b*tch still stalkin
ha, b*tch
he ain’t even like that
he had that pipe on him, he ain’t even fight back
we took your homie boy come get your life back
he spin the block now we spinnin his rightback
they havin money, you just started gettin’ some
these n*ggas sneak on their mans just to get ’em some
know that they broke when they flex couldn’t get a gun
i need a tec with extended clips and a drum
aim for the net we spinnin we endin em
that boy get lit on his ass like a enema
that boy get shot like a goose up in canada
k!llin that n*gga we bury and can em up
say he up next we make sure can (?)
finna up on that boy and i got it on camera
not finna fight boy i dont got no stamina
but i do got a glock with a switch that ain’t jammin’ up
new .44 finna bust at your catalog
he know it’s war when that boy see the (?)
k!ll him and his b*tch now that lil boy (?)
glock got a switch i can shoot ima (?) though
he dont got sh*t i see that ima take it
dont give it out ima air out, sp*ceman
and the boy got hit, it’s time (?) matrix
he think he runnin these (?) finna race em
you know they gon catch his ass
i’m in a race ’em
cops on my ass, finna (?)
and these n*ggas they not with the beat they be fakin
dont even be with the gang they be claimin
really not one of them n*ggas you play with
if i’m rappin it’s true, i dont just say sh*t
with that said it ain’t no conversation
did too much sh*t to be out here debatin’
n*ggas know me i bring bands in their city
touch down on their block right now have em shakin
thought he was soft, had us mistaken
that n*gga soft he can’t make what we makin
that n*gga hatin send p on his ass
creep with the tec put the beam on his ass
f*ck it, we get em swept whole team on his ass
better watch where you step we step (?) on your ass
yea we cracking the (?) i got racks for no deal
i got zack in the chat talking cr*p with no chill
i got b*tches (?)
and she go back to you talking back i be ill
and these internet n*ggas dont feel what i feel
be the internet n*gga i swear that i will
rather k!ll that lil n*gga why the f*ck would i bill
we pull up to the shelter till they name off the bill

- kill stacy lyrics

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