kid death - ineedaminute lyrics
[intro]
lezter (lezter)
ayy, huh?
it’s kid death, i’m geeked up in the f-ckin’ sh-t
b-tch, yuh
b-tch, huh, ayy
[verse]
b-tch, you fiend for my lifestyle
i’m not f-ckin’ high, so i gotta pop a perc now
all these b-tches fans, ‘coz they see i put in work now
cash in my pocket, that’s a f-ckin’ cash cow
hmm, i’m a f-ckin’ cash cow
hmm, hear my gun sounds
hmm, that’s my girl now
hmm, are you mad now?
i need a minute, only a minute
f-ckin’ a bit, i’m gon’ tell all your b-tches
ice on my neck, beam on my tech
blood on the foreign, you makin’ a mess
and my neck really dance like a stripper, huh?
all these b-tches on my d-ck, they call me mister mister, huh?
all this f-ckin’ drip layin’ n-gg-s, they be slippin’, huh?
you was talkin’ sh-t, dumb n-gg- must be trippin’, huh?
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