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kid lords - headache freestyle lyrics

b+tch stay up out my head
or out my face
you mad because i pulled up just like thirty minutes late
you said this was test
but can you wait
got demons chasing on me
i’m just trying to get away
i put three percs on your head
and now them crack heads on your case
i put racks under my bed
because i ain’t trusting no safe
b+tch i might just leave you dead
leave you dead up on a straight
b+tch i pulled up with your b+tch
and now she looking like my hoe
i pulled up with a thirty clip
and make sure that b+tch gone blow
b+tch my gun jamming
i might aim it at your toe
yeah my fun lacking
a.d.d i can’t control
and my runts cracking
every time i try to smoke
i pulled up to your new new b+tches house
and still made her my hoe
bro passing me the sticks
now i’m playing with you hoe
she be f+cking all my friends
walking around like i don’t know
b+tch i copped this new benz
and it’s touching on the floor
counting up a hundred bands
something you don’t f+cking know
flipping all these f+cking packs
had to sell it on the low
new b+tch really from j+pan
and she touching on her toes
wanna be my other half
but i’m addicted to the hoes
hop up on this track with this murderous tone
rocking new fits chrome heart head to toe
b+tch you already know
o2 tony really took his hoe

yerby to the face
need a taste
give a plate
i call him my easy bake
and he got a bigger bank
why your block always safe
need to blast pocket rocket
see your ass i’m lip locking
with these hands yeah i’m mopping
if they asking i don’t know
keep it hot potato
yeah we rock every show
give me guap i need more
like make it rain
smoking opp strain
high like octane
f+ck a cop cage
b+tch we only here to rage
b+tch stick to the code
i hope you know
this only the beginning
let the stories unfold
got b+tches on a hold
you didn’t know
the kiddies on the block
they smoking pot they gettin old
like what
load the bowl up
maybe roll up
hollow to the stummy
yeah that make them throw up
yeah you got a chopstick
but you ain’t hit sh+t
yeah mines hit
like ryu in this b+tch
hadukenn
bad energy rebuking
ain’t f+cking with your vibe that is the type of sh+t we juking

so b+tch stay up out my head
or out my face
you mad because i pulled up just like thirty minutes late
you said this was test
but can you wait
got demons chasing on me
i’m just trying to get away

- kid lords lyrics

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