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whokilledxix - old school balynciaga bag lyrics

old school balynciaga bag lyrics
[intro: karm the tool]
yuh
[?]
i just put him on the spot an’ now he don’ know what to say

[verse 1: karm the tool]
brake out the choppa, let it bang
b+tch turn you to gucci mane (brr)
flip the phone, take a fl!ck
neck too cold, a freezer frame (sauce)
[?] slip, thirty like a [?]
macaroni on my hip, i don’t need a [?] (ugh)
.30’s in my lap, uh+huh (uh+huh)
a drako and a macintosh (yuh, ay)
fiji keep my face so clear (uh+huh, what?, ay)
i’m pretty shoot it at you
b+tch can get enough of me (yuh)
she swallow the c+ck
she said my d+ck bitter
’cause a n+gga like to eat a lot (skee, skee)
and she said too magnetic
’cause a n+gga really hit the spot (ay, ay, ay)
they call me that (beep)
’cause a n+gga like to whip a lot (huh)
keep the jacket on me [?] (yuh)
but n+gga [?] (ay, ay)
an’ i know she dont need me
when i need to [?] (yuh, yuh, yuh)
[verse 2: karm the tool]
water on mе, it [?] on my wrist
i need a [?] to keep track of my drip
.30 mag, gimme [?] with no hit
.30 clip on me, you know i nevеr miss
jump on [?], i’m with the sh+ts
[?] on top of my tit
free designer, let it run for the grip
gucci [?] and that’s all in the [?]

[chorus: yung skayda]
i got racks (uh+huh), i got macs (uh+huh)
old school balenciaga bag (uh+huh)
i got jit (uh+huh), i’m talking fits (uh+huh)
bad b+tch, kiss me on my neck (uh+huh)
i got a stick (uh+huh), and it go blatt blatt
you in love with boy
yo b+tch text me on snapchat (uh+huh)
i got dope (uh+huh), i got poles (uh+huh)
old school balenciaga coat (uh+huh)

[verse 4: both]
i got stick
big body
big drippin’
i’m winnin’
gotta pick
all them shawties in my plans
send me, got some tits
that is not benz on my pocket
that’s a d+ck
in my lap, that’s a d+ck
all my songs, that’s a hit
[?] laugh so hard so you can take my own
i don’t wanna think about her ex
o.k. you stay right
shawty are you way to drunk to text
oh, can we facetime
i could never make anyone’s day
but she could make mine
[pre+chorus: both]
shawty made me dance and i’m dancin’ it
she say, “will you lay the pipe?”
and i do it for [?]
shawty made me dance and i’m dancin’ it
she say, “will you lay the pipe?”
and i do it for [?]

[beat switch]

[verse 5: both]
i might be in love
novacane, novacane, novacane
feel the pain, feel the pain go away
it’s with shawty
that’s my lil’ bae
i might be in love
novacane, novacane, novacane
f+ck you for the things you said
f+ck you for the things you say
i might be in love
[verse 6: karm the tool]
caution them off
with these pillies, what i’m poppin’
honest, too honest
please, just stop your talkin’
17 or nothin’
put a foot into my coffin
i’m love in the makin’
if i don’t do that with caution
caution them off
with these pillies, what i’m poppin'(this is not too hard)
honest, too honest
please, just stop your talkin’
17 or nothin’
put a foot into my coffin (yuh)
i’m love in the makin’
if i don’t do that with caution

[outro: karm the tool]
baby it’s to late
i know you use me
don’t need apologies
felt you seduced me
then you abuse me
took me for granted
like you were scared to loose me
now you’ve lost me
(i lost, i lost, i lost, i lost)

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