complexia ft. b-raid [freestyle] - kyle spear [artist] lyrics
(*got several [bleep] tools, look at it, isn’t it beautiful, if that don’t work?, i got something i got [bleep] (?), (?), because you might get yourself [bleep], you might get yourself [bleep], you might get yourself [bleep], so i have something to deal with your [bleep] ass man you come around tripping..)
[verse 1] (b*raid)
they never really understand me, i’m rolling in this sh*t like brandy, brandy cuz that’s what i’m sipping on, got that sh*t like i’m heated on the mother f*cking going on cuz my groin’s gone, i don’t really give a f*ck cuz i pulled it long ago, you don’t really know what i’m talking ‘bout, oh no, there he goes in that football hoe, oh, like my coach he doesn’t even know that i smoke weed everyday, i love that sh*t cuz i love to play, the play cuz i’m playing this sh*t in my brain, right now i’m complacent but i’m smoking weed adjacent to that b*tch that is lacing all the weed that she be selling to kids.. (uh!..)
[hook] (kyle spear)
this sh*t that murderous sh*t, ya’ll never heard of this sh*t, pr*nouns & verbs that we spit, so f*cking murderous b*tch..
this sh*t’s that murderous sh*t, invert the verse we invent, pr*nouns & verbs that we spit, so f*cking murderous b*tch.. (ah!..)
[verse 2] (b*raid)
i’m murderous, i hurt a b*tch even if she’s in the middle of the street, i don’t really give a f*ck, i’ll hit the curb but it’s about to hit that b*tch first, i don’t really give a f*ck, put her ass in a mother f*cking he*rs*, huh, sending her down the road, i know that she needs to go home, her soul is sold, i don’t really give a f*ck, own it, oh, i’m the omen that you know is holding me on top of a mountain, throw me off, never coming down, i’mma come around when i come around cuz i’m always above the clouds, i ain’t coming down even if that weed that i smoked is somehow laced by the same b*tch that sold it to them kids in the first verse cuz i’m freestyling, yeah, now we’re talking ‘bout that sh*t cuz i’mma be that*
[hook] (kyle spear)
this sh*t that murderous sh*t, ya’ll never heard of this sh*t, pr*nouns & verbs that we spit, so f*cking murderous b*tch..
this sh*t’s that murderous sh*t, invert the verse we invent, pr*nouns & verbs that we spit, so f*cking murderous b*tch..
[verse 3] (kyle spear)
but wait!, there’s more, came up in this mother f*cker with a dirty wh0re, don’t give a f*ck as my vocal cords going harder & they get you f*cking sore, starting to get a sore throat, starting to get some strep throat, strep throat, oh no, came up with the flow, freestyles with me & b*raid, you don’t even know, still doing this sh*t, going hard, still doing this sh*t, spitting bars, ya’ll don’t give a f*ck, ya’ll don’t wanna run up in my mother f*cking sh*t tryna get bodied, get bodied, get dead with the mother f*cking shotty, come through, run game, spit booze, aah..
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