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that's him? - yung keeta lyrics

[chorus]
tryna be cool i’m tryna be calm
but you act like you don’t even know between your rights and f*cking wrongs
yeah, it won’t take too long until i blow my sh*t right off
like i need a b*tch that i can hit raw
i’m finna do what i used to could not
i guess it’s f*ck that lil’ b*tch and we ball (do you believe in heaven?)
yeah b*tch uh
tell me how you finna switch, ay
talkin’ that sh*t ain’t sh*t, yeah
i got a glock with a switch
if you talkin’ then i’m finna blow that lil’ b*tch ay
send me a snap that’s it
ay, huh, yeah that’s hit
huh, you ain’t finna shoot that sh*t
if i see yo’ face and i swear that’s it
huh, yeah like oh that’s him?
yeah, finna go shoot that b*tch ’cause i heard last week he scratched my rims
know that i stay with a shooter lil’ b*tch and i ain’t finna catch that sh*t on film
yeah, how could i cry ’bout a b*tch when i’m out here f*cking on a brand new milf

[verse]
i cannot stop no i gotta keep going
i gotta keep spinning
i gotta keep going
i posted the addy ain’t n0body show
i gotta keep showing lil’; hoе but they knowin’ that if they talk down i k!ll 2 in a row
still stay up on that gram but wherе he at? n0body knows
i wanna k!ll him i don’t really feel him i’m up on his block and i’m lettin’ it blow
up on his block like a menace, the cts and the b*tch go fast
b*tch got pretty lil’ face, nice lil’ eyes and big old ass
b*tch, i don’t sip that’s trus
b*tch, wait the b*tch ain’t bad
i might get expelled im f*ckin in class
i’ll just give her a quarter she throwin’ it back
this sh*t gas
i’m like what’s that strain like b*tch yo’ pack
yeah b*tch that’s thrax
i am off of that pack cause i need to relax
shoot through the walls they swear i got hacks
took 2 d*mn puffs and i’m off that track
yeah, yeah yeah
isn’t what i thought it was i know it now
up inside that block, b*tch we blow it down
i’m the man you know it now
yeah you know it now
been knew you know it now
yeah you know it now
[chorus]
tryna be cool i’m tryna be calm
but you act like you don’t even know between your rights and f*cking wrongs
yeah, it won’t take too long until i blow my sh*t right off
like i need a b*tch that i can hit raw
i’m finna do what i used to could not
i guess it’s f*ck that lil’ b*tch and we ball
yeah b*tch uh
tell me how you finna switch, ay
talkin’ that sh*t ain’t sh*t, yeah
i got a glock with a switch
if you talkin’ then i’m finna blow that lil’ b*tch ay
send me a snap that’s it
ay, huh, yeah that’s hit
huh, you ain’t finna shoot that sh*t
if i see yo’ face and i swear that’s it
huh, yeah like oh that’s him?
yeah, finna go shoot that b*tch ’cause i heard last week he scratched my rims
know that i stay with a shooter lil’ b*tch and i ain’t finna catch that sh*t on film
yeah, how could i cry ’bout a b*tch when i’m out here f*cking on a brand new milf

- yung keeta lyrics

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