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slump6s - spy kids lyrics

[intro]
[?] made me!
yeah

[pre+chorus]
[?]
deep, deep, know you love me
told her, “eat me”
i done changed yo’ forecast
i be high as cc
all these lil n+ggas, grew up
wanna be me
you can act like it, b+tch
i know that you see me (skrrt, bah, bah)
told her, “pull up” cream me
she said she don’t eat meat
but i made her eat meat, yea
once you pull up, heated seats
my b+tch like it’s a and e
we runnin’ from a to z, yeah
had to call my lawyer, these n+ggas playin’ wit’ me
livin’ this life, so dangerously
n+gga sneak diss, can’t aim at me, no
had to reload the magazine
heard that lil n+gga mad at me
wanna end up in a casualty?
[chorus]
i spy a hatin’ ass n+gga, over there
i spy a b+tch, that don’t got no hair
i spy fake ass bold moncler
i spotted n+ggas who inspired by me
i spy a f+ckin’ e+thot, omg
i spy views of the city, yeah
i spy my b+tch, sittin’ pretty, yeah
i like glocks, drums, anything that shoot

[verse]
i like big coats, i be rockin’ trues
i like beatin’ that ho back to interludes
i’m like 6’3, you can’t step in my shoes
i’m like, “b+tch, stop all the talkin’ whats the move?”
diamonds like everything that go inside a pool
i don’t like sneak dissers, actin’ like we cool
when i step inside the show, they know to clear the room
i’m outside wit’ the gang, i be in internet groups
b+tch, you on me at the show, ’cause that n+gga brought you
don’t know how you show ya’ face, when half the gang f+cked you
yo’ b+tch was f+ckin’ wit’ me, so that’s not my fault dude
yo’ name don’t carry no weight, can’t come out the green room
i just don’t like how you move, i ain’t mean to seem rude
yes i did, f+ck that b+tch, and they f+ckin’ team too
top dog sh+t, you know what it is
they can’t do what we do
shine at yo’ whip, it’s see through (hm, hm)
[chorus]
i spy a hatin’ ass n+gga, over there
i spy a b+tch, that don’t got no hair
i spy fake ass bold moncler
i spotted n+ggas who inspired by me
i spy a f+ckin’ e+thot, omg
i spy views of the city, yeah
i spy my b+tch, sittin’ pretty, yeah
i like glocks, drums, anything that shoot

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