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warrenxo – lied 2 mah face lyrics

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[intro]
(ya, ski, ya, skiii ya, skiii)
[chorus]
wake up b+tch, i’m fleek
got 2 hunnid on the dash (on the dash)
i’m to fast lil’ b+tch you hopin’ i don’t crash (i don’t crash)
b+tch i’m too geeked up, i don’t give a f+ck about it b+tch
she lied right to my face, yeah she like right to my face
don’t give a f+ck, i caught a case
got a new crib, i got a new place
call my shooter, you get shot in the face
(car to fast y’all don’t wanna race)
(huh) slime
b+tch, i made a hunnid off 2 packs
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
you can get that sh+t right back
you a real shooter, hold your motha’ f+ckin’ sticks up
hands in the air, like she a lil’ stick up
walked in the club lil’ b+tch i got my bl!ck up
popster and my sis got hiccups

[verse]
b+tch, i walk with the stick (skii)
b+tch i walk with the choke
we can’t really solve it, if you got a f+ckin problem
b+tch, i feel like i’m osama, put yo ass right in thе coffin
b+tch, this blunt so big, i’m coughing
p+ssy, p+ssy boy, you lost it (haha)
b+tch, i go so crazy, b+tch, i f+ckin’ lost it (i f+ckin’ lost it)
man, f+ck this b+tch, i put you in a coffin (in a coffin)
(huh)
b+tch, this blunt so big, i’m coughing
in a different mode, b+tch, i’m geekеd (b+tch, i’m geeked)
i’m on fleek (huh, woo)
bad b+tch said she wanna f+ck on me
b+tch wanna smoke, i got a lil’ weed
yeah, this sh+t look lil’ mystic
lil’ boy said he wouldn’t fien
but lil’ sh+t, that sh+t ain’t free (woo)
[chorus]
wake up b+tch, i’m fleek
got 2 hunnid on the dash (on the dash)
i’m to fast lil’ b+tch you hopin’ i don’t crash (i don’t crash)
b+tch i’m too geeked up, i don’t give a f+ck about it b+tch
she lied right to my face, yeah she like right to my face
don’t give a f+ck, i caught a case
got a new crib, i got a new place
call my shooter, you get shot in the face
(car to fast y’all don’t wanna race)
(huh) slime
b+tch, i made a hunnid off 2 packs
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck
you can get that sh+t right back
you a real shooter, hold your motha’ f+ckin’ sticks up
hands in the air, like she a lil’ stick up
walked in the club lil’ b+tch i got my bl!ck up
popster and my sis got hiccups

[outro]
(b+tch i walk with the choke, choke)



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