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kid $later - 12/22/02 lyrics

depressed motherf-cker it’s a illness pull up in a black benz with a f-cking bad b-tch, with a hundred racks and a diamond chain adlib i don’t give a f-ck you’d rather just take the sh-t ok take my sh-t take my heart away n-gg-s locking up in cage like it’s f-cking super slaves i been in the trenches whipping white like a f-cking slave n-gg-s want to talk all that sh-t til i pull up wait your love annoying your voice annoy i don’t give a f-ck i dont even need you girl you boring i dont really give a f-ck put the body in the bag n-gg-s want to talk that sh-t til i pull up on they -ss with a motherf-cking stick and i empty out the clip it might rip through your sh-t like that leprechaun b-tch uh yeah alright i leaked the mixtape before the alb-m cause i wanted to i dont give a f-ck who you supposed to be or opposed to you n-gg-s want to talk that sh-t but they ain’t even near you but i been on that rhyme sh-t yeah its near you ive been on that grimey sh-t n-gg- i been catching bodies left and right like vollies b-tch like i’m ted bundy slashing up the victims hide them in the body bag throw em in the trunk dump em in the lake yeah im sad depressed motherf-cker its a illness yeah im f-cking sad december 22nd was the year that i exposed my -ss uh yeah bald head n-gg- still got hair on his head bullets h-t your temple yeah straight through the lead hit the brain let the blood leak all on the shed bloodshed the indians they coming for heads ok yeah pull up in a droptop bentley uh yeah my city ain’t friendly i used to be a fayetteville boy until i moved i missed my mom godd-mn yeah too soon 33’s, 38’s, with a 37 pull up mac 11 you’ll get sent to heaven or matter fact h-ll we in a living h-ll we live and die and breathe at the same times living wishing wells i be on the block selling wishing wells ok wish me well n-gg-s want to talk til i pull up and i wish them well uh yeah i dont give a f-ck about my image, wearing b-mmy clothes wearin vans and they dirty as sh-t wipe your nose yeah white girl doing white lines on the table and she f-cking up everything that i created uh like im jesus or something i build the prophets n-gg-s want to talk that sh-t im a f-cking prophet shoutout to muhammad no ali (2x) pull up with the f-cking stripes like im in adidas b-tch n-gg-s want to talk that sh-t but they cannot see me b-tch white girl doing f-cking lines on the tv b-tch and she f-cking wildin out on some psychedelic sh-t uh i love you

- kid later lyrics

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