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kill stacy - limbo lyrics

[verse 1]
glock on my hip, man this sh-t ain’t no statement
glock on yo hip, i take that cause you faking
up but you flaking, you got me mistaken
bust that sh-t right at yo lips of yo main b-tch
she on the same sh-t, hopping on gang d-ck
don’t f-ck with you cause she know you a lame and
ain’t got no payment, b-tch i get payments
if you want sack hit my phone and i make it
smoke like jamacians, i shoot like i’m haitan
these f-ck n-ggas hating, they all get to spraying
please don’t weigh in, it’s f-ck what you saying
keep talking hot, i’mma fist f-ck yo face and
fist f-ck a b-tch, but that’s if that ho basic
i only f-ck foreigns, they don’t keep me waiting
plug keep me waiting, he pull up i take it
i tell him he b-tch, pull that pistol, he shaking

[bridge]
told him b-tch now he shaking
told him b-tch now he shaking
told him b-tch now he shaking
told him ain’t nothing, just wait till i’m spraying

[verse 2]
robbing the plug now he work 9 to 5
and i’m going 9-5 when i’m driving this high
got about 95 pounds in the ride
if a cop light me up, best believe i’m gon’ slide
duck me a right, then i duck me a left
following me, put a hole in yo chest
that’s what i did, shot the pig with the tec
then it’s back to the crib, laying low is a b-tch
couple of months now i’m back with the clique
back on my block, back to plotting these l!cks
here by myself cause these n-ggas gon’ snitch
snitching on me [?] hit
by a beam you won’t see, bullets come out the mix
never gon’ miss, body gon’ shift
n-ggas gon’ fold like he limbo in this b-tch
n-ggas gon’ fold like he limbo in this b-tch
god d-mn

- kill stacy lyrics

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