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hbk kidd – can’t fuckwit hb lyrics

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[intro: hbk]
this that old hbk sh+t
that 2008 hbk sh+t
i clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap

[verse 1: hbk]
i’m just an (…) away from bein’ perfect
so, when i hit with you with d, cheatin’ on your boyfriend
worth it
all my diamonds blurry, make a bad b+tch get nervous
too much dom p got me burpin’
old hoes still ridin’ down my block lurkin’
“lookin’ for this n+gga with the tattoos – shirtless”
your girl want it urgent, ‘cause every weekend
she see me in a different club, and i’m clownin’ like the circus
closet full of first(?) sh+t, lookin’ like i murk ‘em
but i love pez(?), baby, i could never hurt him
b+tches sprintin’ to me, jumpin’ hurdles
don’t you got a n+gga? b+tch, it’s 2 o’clock, way past your curfew
bring a he+rs+ through, i just k!lled the club
fine hoes throwin’ p+ssy, but i’m shieldin’ love
and i miss my n+gga roc, so i’m spillin’ bubb+
i sip cris+, countin’ big face bills in tubs

[chorus: (?)]
his style, and we like it
he fine, and he icy
yall can’t f+ck with hb
yall can’t f+ck with my n+gga
yeah, he sh+t, and he know this
his bankroll ain’t for them
yall can’t f+ck with hb
yall can’t f+ck with my n+gga

[verse 2: hbk]
if you a bad b+tch, you can ask me out
i like pretty ass hoes with a sassy mouth
you ain’t there when i was broke, you can’t have me now
‘cause b+tch, i’m doin’ a lot better, and i’m happy now
i’m so flashy now, it ain’t hard to spot me
then, bossed up so much, it’s gon’ be hard to copy
phone went dead, hoes callin’ prolly
i know you mad, but i was just out ballin’ profits – stop me
i need help, ‘cause i splurge too much
ten foreigns in a lane, don’t you merge with us
hit a club twenty deep, got some .30’s tucked
the bouncers let us straight through, ‘cause they heard of us
your b+tch dumb me, while i’m drivin’, make me swerve too much
dropped her off before you know it, i’m so courteous
you heard i got a big shh, you done heard too much
not d+ck but a chain, yall thinkin’ dirty stuff

[chorus: (?)]
his style, and we like it
he fine, and he icy
yall can’t f+ck with hb
yall can’t f+ck with my n+gga
yeah, he sh+t, and he know this
his bankroll ain’t for them
yall can’t f+ck with hb
yall can’t f+ck with my n+gga

[outro: hbk]
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