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kill stacy – laced lyrics

baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n+ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh+t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n+gga pulled up then we laced him
laced up my shoes and these sh+ts is not basic
and i (?)
does not owe me no bread cuz im good with these faces
you get shot in your face and get left with no trace
and the sh+t, that my n+ggas on, really have em stuck like
how, in the f+ck, is these little n+ggas up
boy its simple they weak as a f+ck and they suck
i send gang on your b+tch have her sucking em up
have you sick bout it, now you p+ssed bout it
pull up like he big body, he gon get his sh+t splattered
and my pockets like my girls ass, n+gga, it just get fatter
start stackin up your cash, watch em get madder
n+ggas got their hands up but ain’t hit me a d+mn (?)
big glock near the side of my hip, got em dancin
we gon take a (?), treat em like he (?)
and i can’t do another interview until im in a mansion
how standard, really at the top of my sh+t, boy
aye, still walk around with brown bags like im tip boy
dont say that scamming sh+t dont work cuz u can’t hit boy
you the type of n+gga probably scammin through a envoy
and my b+tch go too crazy, this sh+t they can’t touch
need the bands on the daily take my b+tch to lunch
can’t be friends less you pay me been missin too much
went from 10 to 180 and ain’t press no clutch
come on, im broke baby, i ain’t got no money
bullsh+t, i see you shinin n+gga
i can smell a motherf+cker with money
eatin (?) can see you got boy

k33zy kay:
keezy kay, crack a n+gga then i move along
n+ggas talking funny bout lil baby yeah they movin wrong
n+ggas think they hard until my brothers get the toolie on
add it to that b+tch we cannot choose so cut the movie on
b+tch
check the ice on my wrist
ice on my b+tch i keep the ice on my fit
if u bettin money on it put some dice on that b+tch
and b+tch im out im mandolin so put some rice on that b+tch
if she tryna black out then ima white on that b+tch
if she tryna eat me out then ima (?) on that b+tch
ima eat it with a spoon and get a knife on that b+tch
i got (?) potholes, keep the mics on that b+tch, ay

ima let a n+gga have it by my chips
b+tch you better know its keezy i go dumb for the strips
me and stacy with the (?) with the drums in this b+tch
we some gods, you some hoes, and some bums in this b+tch
n+gga

k!ll stacy:
baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n+ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh+t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n+gga pulled up then we laced him

- kill stacy lyrics

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