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le kid (rapper) - i heard lyrics

kid

b-tch, speak when spoke to b-tch
talk out of line, you clipped
stomp a n—a out off rip

[hook]
i heard these lames wanna fight me
tell these b-ms don’t touch me
getchu’ lined up like a goatee
please let ’em know i’m carefree
i heard these lames tryna be me
tell these b-ms don’t copy
i’ll get you printed on a white tee
i’ll make yo’ ahh look hungry

[verse 1]
first things first lil’ n—a, catch me in all states with good hands
second thing second lil’ n—-a ion’ gotta lie about the bands i band
third thing third lil’ n—-a, i do not f-ck with a lot of these kids
they be like “kid?” i be like “bih’ leave me the f-ck alone get you some bis”
i am not cool with these b-ms, no
birds be begging for crumbs, no
soy el mejor, please know
blacking these n—-s out k.o
y’all be paying for the p-ssy
y’all n—-s is lame as h-ll
y’all be paying for the p-ssy with that scamming money d-mn

i heard these lames wanna fight me
tell these b-ms don’t touch me
getchu’ lined up like a goatee
please let ’em know i’m carefree
i heard these lames tryna be me
tell these b-ms don’t copy
i’ll get you printed on a white tee
i’ll make yo’ ahh look hungry

[verse 2]
name a chick that i can’t get
b-tch i’m in, b-tch i’m k!lling sh-t
tell these other n—–s it’s clipped
time is up you had a nice trip
dudes be bugging, they thinking they buzzing sh-t
i be swatting ’em, spraying ’em, k!ll ’em b-tch
i be rocking ’em granite i’m hard n sh-t
i be shocking em, thinking i’m tasin’ it
i be ready to bang on these n—-s
broke -ss kid b-tch i’m hanging these n—–s
its yo -ss when i catch u lil n—a
joe -ss that’s on them philly n—-s
heard you smacking me on sight
pull up on me, b-tch i wish you might
skin a n—- make his -ss white
jackson 5, i’ll make yo’ -ss mike

[verse 3]
no hair line -ss n—-s
y’all n—-s draw on hairlines -ss n—-s
i’ll smack you and get the bigen on my hand; sad
i’ll take yo b-tch from ya -ss and give her back
it ain’t like i ain’t do it before
that’s why you really mad hoe
i got n—-s that’ll find where you stay bro
they won’t knock, they’ll just kick in ya d-mn doe
ion want sh-t that you got; i invented that
i can keep the b-tch if i want to remember that
she done licked me up, now she sayin’ i’m a f-ckin’ snack
and she addicted, got her running back like its crack
got her running back like it’s track
got her running back for taps
got her running back on my lap
yeah n—a got her running back new york jets

- le kid rapper lyrics

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