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nycktmne - killeddy lyrics

[intro]
dayum son, where’d you find this?

[verse]
120 on the dashboard
f*ck all this traffic, amg, fast*forward
he keeps talkin’ down on my name, ’cause i stack more
i’ll beat his ass for it, make his sh*t crack for it
chainsmokin’ loose leaves, no i’m not passin’ it
twe*twelve grams of the runts, puff it like a dragon
walk in the cut, pop an x and then get active
she keeps eying me, ’cause i get the cash in
rta on my jeans, suffering through my fashion
i’m f*ckin’ her with passion
she’s doing gymnastics
turn a blunt to ashes
in that booth, i’m spazzin’
that’s why my money’s elastic
and then i’ll be up in saks fifth
that pack hit me so hard
i’m off a triple stack, goin’ to mars
talkin’ down, i don’t know who you are
walk up on me and get scarred
i just made like forty, large
i heard you and your hoe grew apart
pull up and turn her face into art
she’s in the passenger, about to spark up
so, let’s spark up
she said, “eddy, come and f*ck me, i’m ready”
in the benz*ski, amg going 120
looseleaves, burning steady, i’m smokin’ plenty
all my bros are coming up
life is good
f*ck your crush until she’s cum enough
like i should
smoking with the bros, rolling looseleaves, no woods
you keep hating, you really should get your own bread
spreadin’ rumors, like i give a f*ck ’bout what a hoe says
heard he wants me dead, boy, i’m tired of these empty threats
bro, we’ll put the fye to his head, call ’em johnny test
spend 3000 up in saks, then i’m investin’ all the rest
[chorus]
ay
b*tches on my d*ck
i got b*tches on my d*ck
i can tell with one look, you don’t have b*tches on your d*ck
shawty’s off the angeldust, gettin’ high as angel sh*t
’cause she’s off the angeldust, gettin’ high as angel sh*t
she’s tryna f*ck!
b*tches on my d*ck
i got b*tches on my d*ck
i can tell with one look, you don’t have b*tches on your d*ck
nah!

- killeddy lyrics

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