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spc kal - ‎if i may lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1]
can’t tell me sh+t, i’ve been on my own
taking my time just to make my sh+t shine like sierra leone
sorry tak balas, lately makin malas
so f+ck all that bullsh+t i’m not gon’ respond
too many shots that i take now i’m gone
too many shots that they miss, now they gone
now i’m back on my bullsh+t, supplying the addicts
my guns automatic, i’m ready to blow
pop out, don’t test my sh+t
when i’m in my own zone right now
get down, b+tches gon’ try all they can
to make sure that i get down
momma ain’t raising no b+tch, no
been done since i was a jit, so
p+ssy f+ckers throwing fits, bro
get the f+ck outta my d+ck, ho

[verse 2]
this ain’t no d+ck print
pull it out, make your lane switch
f+ck up your gigs then i dip, grinch
boy, kau tak pernah exist, b+tch
kau bukan ezad, kita tak lazim
muka tak malu, nah, dua puluh sen
they tryna f+ck up when i’m in my zen
now i’m making my brеad and they all want my jam
was rockin’ fake jordans sebab tak mampu
now i got on fakе jordans, diorang tak tahu
yung buntat tak datang mintak tumpang lalu
gua tendang pintu semua aku sapu
i’m hunting my prey, pilih mana satu?
nak ni, nak ni, nak tu
mana yang future sangat tu dulu?
dah cerita lepas, okay, pi mai, pi mai, tang tu
[verse 3]
dah kena check, dah kena check
goat kau dah tak berani mengembek
got a whole squad on me having my back
future kau gelap like crusts on your neck
i set up the trends, lil’ b+tch
make your b+tch dance on my d+ck
we ain’t no friends, lil’ b+tch
make it make sense, you pr+ck
flow be too tight like it’s pink
jangan dekat, motherf+cker, you stink
it’s cold at the top, makin’ shows in the rink
now i wanna celebrate, pour me my drink
i got my sh+t my way, these hoes gon’ pay
i elevate from day to day
i won’t complain, i’m taking my pay
so b+tch f+ck off now, if i may

[part ii]

[verse 4]
jump out the whip, it’s a swift, b+tch, i run it like taylor
swinging these f+cks to hole eighteen
my drip real lavish it’s taylor
kick a b+tch face in the moshpit
this ain’t rick owens, i got on chuck taylor’s
little b+tch ugly as f+ck
might come and throw her some paper
kid, don’t test me, i don’t talk real nicely
call up jebat, yeah, i might be
make sure the video’s hype, please
once you idolize, they liked me
b+tch on my d+ck like she kylie
legend status like i’m kyrie
they say my flow gila babi
i got everything i needed, huh
family’s steady living life
whole team on sight, gang, gang, we stylin’
shut the f+ck up, can’t you see my b+tch sleepin’ over here?
stop with your geekin’ over here
i’m at your starbucks, got the boy starstruck
sip only teas right over here
gang, gang, gang, we took a sh+t on your favourite crew
bang, bang, bang, we poppin’ sh+t, pecah pale lu
if i may, little b+tch, stop f+ckin’ with me
if i may, stop talking to me

- spc kal lyrics

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