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skyte - 2x lyrics

[verse]
sippin’ that lean better with your b+tch
swear she a fiend, begging for the d+ck
i’m at the peak header of the list
i’m doing me, let them get the jist
i’ll make his cheek meet a n+gga fist
beyblade, i pull that sh+t back and i rip
i like my bread and my lettuce with chips
blue stacking, b+tch, i ain’t banging with crip
no, you can’t stay b+tch, go find you a lyft
don’t try to sneak diss thinking you sl!ck
i grab that heat quick, empty the clip
she on my meat, b+tch, get off my tip
you stuck on hoes i done already hit
currency magnet, that all that i get
drop that façade, boy, you just a b+tch
i got my rod, i ain’t missing sh+t
when i’m in the ring i can’t lose
b+tch, there ain’t no option
they tryna steal my sauce
had to put my kids up for adoption
i don’t even care bout the cost
if i like that sh+t, on god i’m copping
i can get you knocked out quick
we both know i ain’t talking boxing
b+tch, i’m the name of the town
hoe pull my pants down, d+ck slangin’ around
got a big ass clip with your name on the round
tiktok n+ggas want fame on a sound
my plug bless, cop came with a pound
don’t back down, b+tch, claim what you bout
you can be up, we still taking you down
infinity shots means infinity rounds (gang, gang)
[verse 2]
what you wanna do, lil’ n+gga?
get your hoe passed right alley+oop, lil’ n+gga
back then, i was just a rude ass n+gga
fast forward, now it’s times two that n+gga
track meet your b+tch, ran through that n+gga
boy, you can’t shoot where the hoop at, n+gga?
don’t have no relatives f+cking with me
wouldn’t wanna lose that n+gga, yeah
gang, i’m at his neck, b+tton tie (gang)
b+tch, i’m up and you cannot say otherwise (gang)
i put d+ck in her tummy, no b+tterfly (gang)
lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime
man, you kissing and loving all over this b+tch
meanwhile she’s f+cking another guy
man, that’s lowkey g+y
i do not sleep, i’m up all day
don’t try to creep, i’ll up that kay
you can come test if this sh+t is a prop if you wanna
stack up my bread, that’s a everyday comma
how about we fight, i don’t like drama
got your b+tch rolling my marijuana
chop want a meal, call that b+tch jeffery dahmer
send me the beat, on god ima slaughter
she said i’m that n+gga
i’m like, “tell me some sh+t i don’t know!”
finger on that trigger
make a p+ssy n+gga backdown from gunsmoke
said you got them funds n+gga back that up
where the f+ck your funds go?
yeah i might be him
promise you that i’m farthest from the one though
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[outro]
how many times i gotta tell these n+ggas i am not the one?
not the one to play with, not the one to step by
not the one to cross n+gga, all that sh+t
uh, gang
(yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!)

- skyte lyrics

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