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kingkey ['lil key] - fear on friday lyrics

[pre-verse]
i feel eyes on the back of my neck
cold as ice, on the track i spit
improvise, diss track this sh-t
y’all all wack, can’t touch this, b-tch

[verse]
king key’s back spitting rhymes and sh-t
junkies hype to this, take a hit
flunkies p-ss to this, take a hint
pinky up your -ss, little b-tch
dummies and druggies, that’s my clique
c-ck my gun it sounds like this cluck cl!ck
adrenaline rush in my blood
i got that russian blood
not a crip or a blood
but i smoke that good bud
my rhymes hit you like a flood
leave you in the mud
clint eastwood yuh
question what the devil would
doe or die, spending my
last days high right? yeah

[hook]
fear on friday
fear on fri
fear on friday
i feel high
fear on friday
fear on fri
fear on friday
i feel high
[x2]

[pre-verse]
i feel eyes on the back of my neck
cold as ice, on the track i spit
improvise, diss track this sh-t
y’all all wack, can’t touch this, b-tch

[verse 2]
barely p-ss
soph0m-re year
fail three cl-sses
f-ck my peers
copy on tests and
smoke some cest
high school educated mess
motherf-ck the cops
i’ll do what i want
throw a f-cking rock
‘fore he pulls out a glock
pull out your own
let that sh-t pop
full clip you’re blown
let the bodies drop

[hook]
fear on friday
fear on fri
fear on friday
i feel high
fear on friday
fear on fri
fear on friday
feeling high
[x2]

[outro]
y’all can all suck my f-cking…

- kingkey lil key lyrics

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