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lpb poody - heavy metal lyrics

[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh+t
take a n+gga b+tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b+tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl++dy steppers
you would think my n+ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n+ggas like my n+ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh+t get better

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no ice, but my heart cold as ever
people be there for the moment, but never forever
free lil [?], he up the road, gotta send him a letter
i gotta treat you like my people, ’cause the love be special
couple n+ggas claim they real, but be fake and phony
but you ain’t gotta prove a point, cuz you ain’t really on it
i tried to put you on your feet, but you ain’t really want it
and kept it real with you n+ggas, now we all up on this
thuggin’ through them late nights and schemin’ on them early mornings
i never thought lil bruh would bend, i guess he double+jointed
you got some b+tch+made ways, you n+ggas feelin’ corny
that’s why my glock got a d+ck, that b+tch really h+rny
kept it a hunnid times ten since they say a lot
never was the type to blend in, imma stand out
b+tch steppin’ out of march, but i could bring them bands out
you ain’t know i’m finna blow like a n+gga brought a fan out
[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh+t
take a n+gga b+tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b+tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl++dy steppers
you would think my n+ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n+ggas like my n+ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh+t get better

[verse 2]
to all my n+ggas in my circle, this sh+t here official
rip my n+gga mari, bruh, i really miss you
forever you live on, so imma keep that thirty in my denims
never catch me lackin’, ’cause the streets done turned me to a k!ller
these crackers playin’ dirty, they givin’ thirty for a pistol
they handin’ n+ggas jerseys, i swear that it’s a f+cked up system
my mama, she be worried, she feel like i’m gon’ be a victim
i told her that i’m straight, won’t let em crop me out the picture
i know some n+ggas who gon’ ride
some n+ggas who gon’ slide
f+ck n+ggas be out here playin’ creep
so let a n+gga try
he play with me, gon’ die
keep that forty on the side of me
i know some n+ggas wanna take me under
can’t even trust a soul, not even my baby mama
my guard up like a b+tch, won’t let you play up under
gotta watch out for the snakes, n+ggas be anacondas
that sh+t ain’t a hunnid

- lpb poody lyrics

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