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get stupid - paypig2125 lyrics

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{intro}
(get stupid, childish, insane)
(bounce out, the skit don’t matter you ain’t tapped the n*gga face)
(walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby drac)

{chorus}
get stupid, childish, insane
bounce out, the skit don’t matter you ain’t tapped the n*gga face
walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby drac
built a ass
caught him on the southside, he got spanked
i’m a hotboy
chains icy, where’s the refrigerator?
she forked over the trap but i ain’t f*ck it
ima hit you later
i’ll leave the house without my bl!ck before i еver give a b*tch some papеr
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
said she got more than 5 for me. hoe i’m pulling up

{verse 1: ebk jaaybo)
(yeah) gon’ need more than them track 2’s when
chase down
surviving these ain’t likely, hope this b*tch can run
can’t judge him cause he just hopped off the porch he trynna get him one
another fly just got squashed go pick that* go pick that n*gga up
we turned that b*tch to dust
keep fully on me this sh*t serious its not for fun
i push the j like i’m from the court but i’m from 21
ay, on seventh st n*gga
{chorus}
get stupid, childish, insane
bounce out, the skit don’t matter you ain’t tapped the n*gga face
walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby drac
built a ass
caught him on the southside, he got spanked
i’m a hotboy
chains icy, where’s the refrigerator?
she forked over the trap but i ain’t f*ck it
ima hit you later
i’ll leave the house without my bl!ck before i ever give a b*tch some paper
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
said she got more than 5 for me. hoe i’m pulling up

{verse 2: paypig2125}
moncler to the g we all bleed the same
we just pulled up on they block where they people hang (aye)
i’m in there walking n*ggas down i don’t need no aim
we just floated down scribner now we through the a
b*tch my glock a transgender it go both ways (aye)
i wouldn’t claim that skit n*gga it was no head tap
slide through this b*tch looking too smirky that’s a death trap (aye)
caught him with the b*tch and left him where he slept at
ain’t a p but this shooter sh*t is what i’m best at
got firenza’ yellow tape a n*gga where we left a mess at
(got firenza’s yellow tape a n*gga where we left a mess at)
b*tch wasn’t talking ’bout no chips so i just got the lips
sucka n*ggas walking round the corner i’m walking doing hits
drop a body burn the fit its back to taking trips
b*tch, y’all do attempts y’all ain’t doing hits
return the pole lil bro, you ain’t used the sh*t
don’t do the shooting out the lo we bouncing out the whip
geez baby since 13 i been pulling skitz
and let me send some weird sh*t i’m coming off the hip
p*ssy pulled that weird shi he in a bag for it
i was broke back then i made my bag for it

b*tch i’m nodding off a deuce i almost bagged foreign

put the b*tch on a flight got her war torn

and i been kicking off that wock i need to stop more

{chorus}
get stupid, childish, insane
bounce out, the skit don’t matter you ain’t tapped the n*gga face
walk downs in all black, get aggressive with baby drac
built a ass
caught him on the southside, he got spanked
i’m a hotboy
chains icy, where’s the refrigerator?
she forked over the trap but i ain’t f*ck it
ima hit you later
i’ll leave the house without my bl!ck before i ever give a b*tch some paper
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
said she got more than 5 for me. hoe i’m pulling up

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