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hollaback freestyle - spidar lyrics

took a shot from the 3 like its b*ball
put 11 shots in his back like he drywall
get a n*gga gone real quick, it take one call
haters love to hate, but i’m taking off on all of y’all
n*ggas stealing swag, see my shoes, they like “what’s it called?”
when these b*tches hear they from (aaaa!), b*tch get off my b*lls
kickin’ it with soldier, and we ready to go ape sh*t
n*ggas talking down, that’s bananas, [?]

i’mma be the new black star, on my bape sh*t
why this b*tch telling me she fell in love, on her fake sh*t
i ain’t gon’ hollaback, girl i’m on my dre sh*t
i just rolled a fat ass wood, tryna face it
and i promisе when they see me in that chair, i won’t say sh*t
mе and p, smoking loud in the bas*m*nt
vampire, i’m a creep, am i stainless?
these lil n*ggas crashin out, like they brainless

why they talking when they broke, sh*t don’t make sense
these lil n*ggas listen to me for the [?]
but these n*ggas just cannot be like me
spend a band on this d*ck, we ain’t fighting

eyes closed, but i’m swerving in this motherf*cking coupe
rick owens, for the kicks, bands talking when i move
and these n*ggas talking tough, until the choppa aim at you
i’mma let that glock sneeze, i’mma let that b*tch achoo
man, we been getting money, man this sh*t ain’t nothing new
i just kick it with the gang, with my clique, with my crew
[?], i don’t wanna talk to you
matter fact, don’t even speak til’ the deposit comin’ through
really wanna get the check in, walking down your block, bare fist, i ain’t gon’ check in
all this sh*t expensive, big jewels on my necklace
keep on talking sh*t, then we gon’ leave that n*gga neck*less

yeah i’m with your b*tch, and i’m thrashin’ it
please don’t invite me to the party, b*tch i’m crashin’ it
these lil n*ggas want beef, so i’m clappin’ ‘em
they say they got money on my head, but i’m stackin’ ‘em
g*g*o*t*h, when a n*gga disrespect, i’mma shoot him in his face
got tacs, arps, they gon’ leave him in his place
all my opps disappeared, made them boys evaporate

and i always finish first, lil n*gga, like i’m racin’
i ain’t f*cking with these n*ggas, like a racist
do not talk, i don’t wanna hear your mouth, if you is not speakin’ ‘bout motherf*ckin’ payments, b*tch

- spidar lyrics

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