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#idontgotananswer - skyte lyrics

[verse 1]
in the booth i just get zooted, let them drugs talk
told that b*tch my grandma died just to get my nuts off
i like b*tches with some fat, gotta have they b*tt soft
if she come and she not f*ckin, then i swear she cut off
i don’t want no d*mn relations, b*tch
i don’t got no time to talk, i grew up out that patient sh*t
said she want some cameron c*ck, i told that b*tch to wait for it
n*ggas flows getting old, they stay up on that ancient sh*t
sent yo’ thotty home, she told you that i got amazing d*ck
bet you mad
boy, watch who you mad at
i got n*ggas in the cut that clip you quicker than on snapchat
seen yo’ b*tch, had to bag that
said you k!lling me, that’s fat cap
yeah, that’s fat cap
can’t hang with no broke n*gga
show me where yo’ bag at
in yo’ b*tch’s throat, tryna find out where shе gag at
b*tch, my snipers on you clip you quicker than a rat trap
b*tch boy wanted smokе
oh my god, i gotta mash that
and best believe i’m puffing on that sh*t
i’ll never pass that
[verse 2]
duck like aflac
40 bullets hit yo’ cap*cap
you take a nap*nap
on a b*tch, i will not sap*sap
i get the racks*racks
if he try me, get him viral like a f*cking hashtag
i can’t f*ck no white b*tch simply cause her ass flat
that sh*t get me mad
how i met this hoe one time
and now she wanna follow back
knowing i can’t give her that i slide her ass my number
there ain’t nothing in this world like getting money
it’s a slumber
when i slide up on yo b*tch i’m finna pipe her like a plumber
give her that d*ck
say that you shooting, you ain’t on sh*t
riding ‘round town with a big ass bl!ck
pull up on you, bet you flinch
“god, ima take that sh*t”
stomp yo’ neck, ima break that sh*t
it hurts so much, man, she hate my d*ck
sh*t so easy it make no sense
swear it ain’t that hard
i’m on molly, geeking out my mind
might go crash a car
and when you see in a couple years
you know i’ll be a star
boy, you ain’t getting that far
you living small, i live large
she said she can’t smoke with me
my gas smell like a fart
plug just got arrested so i guess i’m copping carts
b*tches cannot f*ck with me
i been done lost my heart
i been through a lot like where i even start
[outro]
wait, i’m finna pour up the wok in the fanta
she throw it on me, ain’t know she a dancer
white b*tches told me that i was a cancer
“skyte, what are we?”
i don’t got a answer
you listen to it, i’ll be the commander
can’t wait until i’m the king of atlanta
she finna slide, all she got is pajamas
freestyle sh*t, i’m out

- skyte lyrics

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