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save dat shit (bonus) - kill stacy lyrics

[verse 1]
i do sh*t these n*ggas just can’t do
i got n*ggas paying me just to see how i move
got to pay me like a band just to get in the groove
and i know these n*ggas stupid they can’t walk in my shoes
i just got me some new money boy this ain’t nothing new
i remember days where prada robbin’ n*ggas servin blues
i remember sav really had me beatin n*ggas out they shoes
lil’ bro i woulda had em n*gga lucky that he moved
and he know what i mean when i say dat sh*t
hit him twice, shut him up, n*gga save dat sh*t
i put pipe, in hеr guts, you can’t save that b*tch
said that sh*t too strong, she can’t take that d*ck
what thе f*ck, hit her once, she in love, got her sprung
and i hate to break it to you but lil’ baby i’m not the one
cashed out, on sumn chains, tryna take him, catch a gun
take a trip to the bay, just to smoke weed for fun
i ain’t trapping in that sh*t, get the f*ck up off my phone boy (ayy)
schemin’ got me right, i ain’t never left my home boy
even when he wasn’t right, i ain’t never left my homeboy
sendin’ shots through the night, yeah you better watch yo’ tone boy

[chorus]
yeah you better watch yo’ lips and how the f*ck you speak to me
couple b*tches talking too but they just tryna sleep with me
i’m just tryna keep the peace and then maybe sneak a piece
and these n*ggas really sus, they the type to sneak a peek (hah)
[verse 2]
slip my piece in the club, violate, it go up
hit a n*gga in the crowd told you “we don’t give a what”
told you “we don’t give a f*ck, gang hit a n*gga up”
i know these n*ggas p*ssy, so these n*ggas ain’t testing us
this here ain’t no normal ar, this got monkey nuts
and it got a laser, but i already ain’t missin’ nun (d*mn)
ion even turn that lil’ b*tch on when im shootin (d*mn)
ion even got to keep on squeezin, dis sh*t just do it
automatic, let them have it, get it crackin’, make it tragic
get them going without a trace, n*gga disappear like it’s magic
this exotic opp pack, you can’t hit it, you can’t match it
i ain’t smoking with no p*ssies, i ain’t smoking with no…
i ain’t even finna say it, ’cause these f*ggots end up trippin’
and these n*ggas know what’s up, you know it’s playboy gangster crippin’
i ain’t never been a rat and i never failed a mission
what the f*ck i look like ratting, when we breaking down kitchens
n*gga you smoke crack and thats by yo own admission
anybody trusting you must be smoking what you hittin’
yeah i heard them n*ggas twacked out on the south side
boy don’t play with me, i’m ’bout mine
get money now, it’s about time

[chorus]
better watch yo’ lips and how the f*ck you speak to me
couple b*tches talking to but they just tryna sleep with me
i’m just tryna keep the peace and then maybe sneak a piece
and these n*ggas really sus, they the type to sneak a peek (hah)

- kill stacy lyrics

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