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tbd - 1cey (producer) & vidmar lyrics

[intro]
bro, what we really need to cancel, bro…
is asking how did you sleep, my n*gga?
i sleep on a bed with pillows, my n*gga — what the f*ck?

[intro pt. 2]
(1cey)
2 d*mn cups, i’m so d*mn geeked, i can’t feel sh*t, i’m out of sp*ce
he was tryna beef about a b*tch, yeah he a hoe, okay
yeah, i’m so d*mn geeked, i wake up, i’m still geeked from yesterday
boy, ion need no b*tch, i need this money, i need to get this pape

[verse 1]
tryna sn*tch my chain, i’ll pull that b*tch out and i’ll sn*tch yo brain
my shooter, he too brazy, he don’t need no pills to spin, okay
he’ll pull that b*tch out and he’ll get to purgin’, yeah he don’t give no f*ck
and we got bail money so you know that we don’t give a f*ck ’bout no case

[verse 2]
2am, i’m on the highway and i’m speedin’, switching lanes
he talkin’ sh*t, we rob his sh*t, we put a mask on, i’m like bane
i smokе this weed to my face
yeah, that hoe madе me faint
keep that b*tch below my (phew)
just know we don’t play
[hook]
(who put this thing together?)
yeah
(me, that’s who)
c’mon
me and blaz so d*mn geeked off this percs and off this weed
too much money to get, i don’t got the time to be sad ’bout a godd*mn b*tch
too much money to get and you still cryin’ over that hoe — you a b*tch
too much money to get, but that boy talk to the cops, that boy he a snitch
that boy, he talking too fed — we hit his sh*t and then we put him in a ditch
he thought he was cool — we (grrr), leave him with some stitches
yeah (we leave him with some stitches)

[verse 3]
i was with some spanish hoes, then i left ’cause they was trippin’
my brother switch up in front of the hoes, that boy
yeah

[bridge]
i cut off—
everybody fake, i don’t need no one
(who do i trust?)
(me! that’s who)

[verse 4]
my lil demon feening for some hats, he tryna k!ll someone
i was in that h*llcat, then i crashed it — yeah, just like i’m quan
hanging with some demons tryna catch a hat in broad day
i was sippin’ lean, i was smoking weed — yeah, like all day
pop a perc, it made me twerk, then smoke some weed, it made me faint
i’m talking ’bout drugs, but i’m just tryna get this
[outro]
i’m talking ’bout drugs, but i’m—

- 1cey producer vidmar lyrics

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