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laced - kill stacy lyrics

baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n*ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh*t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n*gga pulled up then we laced him
laced up my shoes and these sh*ts is not basic
and i (?)
does not owe me no bread cuz im good with these faces
you get shot in your face and get left with no trace
and the sh*t, that my n*ggas on, really have em stuck like
how, in the f*ck, is these little n*ggas up
boy its simple they weak as a f*ck and they suck
i send gang on your b*tch have her sucking em up
have you sick bout it, now you p*ssed bout it
pull up like he big body, he gon get his sh*t splattered
and my pockets like my girls ass, n*gga, it just get fatter
start stackin up your cash, watch em get madder
n*ggas got their hands up but ain’t hit me a d*mn (?)
big glock near the side of my hip, got em dancin
we gon take a (?), treat em like he (?)
and i can’t do another interview until im in a mansion
how standard, really at the top of my sh*t, boy
aye, still walk around with brown bags like im tip boy
dont say that scamming sh*t dont work cuz u can’t hit boy
you the type of n*gga probably scammin through a envoy
and my b*tch go too crazy, this sh*t they can’t touch
need the bands on the daily take my b*tch to lunch
can’t be friends less you pay me been missin too much
went from 10 to 180 and ain’t press no clutch
come on, im broke baby, i ain’t got no money
bullsh*t, i see you shinin n*gga
i can smell a motherf*cker with money
eatin (?) can see you got boy

k33zy kay:
keezy kay, crack a n*gga then i move along
n*ggas talking funny bout lil baby yeah they movin wrong
n*ggas think they hard until my brothers get the toolie on
add it to that b*tch we cannot choose so cut the movie on
b*tch
check the ice on my wrist
ice on my b*tch i keep the ice on my fit
if u bettin money on it put some dice on that b*tch
and b*tch im out im mandolin so put some rice on that b*tch
if she tryna black out then ima white on that b*tch
if she tryna eat me out then ima (?) on that b*tch
ima eat it with a spoon and get a knife on that b*tch
i got (?) potholes, keep the mics on that b*tch, ay

ima let a n*gga have it by my chips
b*tch you better know its keezy i go dumb for the strips
me and stacy with the (?) with the drums in this b*tch
we some gods, you some hoes, and some bums in this b*tch
n*gga

k!ll stacy:
baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n*ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh*t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n*gga pulled up then we laced him

- kill stacy lyrics

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