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spectacular 2 - skyte lyrics

i’m making plays with the uh*
i’m making plays with the flip phone
they not talking bout racks they get goin
laugh at these n*ggas like sitcom
do what i’m doing and letting my nuts hang, lil n*gga my d*ck long
finna start calling my opps the toilet seat, cuz they gettin sh*t on
yuh, this hoe keep hittin my line the f*ck is this b*tch on
be in the front or back of the line cuz you gotta pick one
yeah, shawty was f*cking with me and he gettin mad like i did sum
yuh, im tryna run me a m im try run me a big one
you betta go out the back door, i go where ever the mac go
boy ,you ain’t makin no income, need to go get you a job [?]
makin a whole lotta pizzas
[?]
i get that luh hoe on me like im fat joe
i wanna through yo books and that stats low
you said you want smoke then you duck
like isn’t this sh*t what you ask fo?
yuh, tryna hit my boy up [?]
yuh, tweakin off that syrup b*tch, im movin mad slow
ex b*tch said that im a d*ckhead
new b*tch said i’m a assh0l*
yuh, what does that make me [?]
i got a whole lotta signs but b*tch i ain’t raisin no baby
these n*ggas p*ssy and flaky
dont got no stick that boy tottin a fake keep
b*tch i got all the designer
i seen that p*ssy boy shoppin at macy’s
yuh, yuh she give me that head [?] i leave that lil hoe beheaded
yuh, ain’t finna take back nun b*tch i meant when i said it
yo pockets not fat, i guess these n*ggas athletic
me and this hoe really never connected
you aim at bro i can show you the method
send me the lo’ and im on that we know he dont want no combat
that boy he stuck ina cave like wombat
im tryna find where his mom at
got a stick on me that b*tch came compact
hits on that boy like a dogmat
b*tch i want everything inside the bag lil p*ssy boy i want all that
feel like im taking off heads she giving head like ballcap
chop got a classic karate its pushing and kicking yah jaw back
tellin that hoe mom im calling i promise you won’t get a call back
money add up its a tall stack
bro about to tweak out better fall back
i must be a wide receiver the way n*ggas keep throwing hating i caught that b*tch
high like hot sauce b*tch
pull up drop yo clique
n*ggas cheesy nacho stick
d*mn its over?
ok, im out, bye bye

- skyte lyrics

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