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hostile (remix) - blackedy lyrics

[intro]
sinner, what’s wrong with you?

[chorus]
she like, “black, you so hostile”
told her “keep it chill”
get off track, i be faded
if i’m being real
i got packs in my bookbag
b*tch i keep it sealed
beat it down as she look back
when i start to k!ll
brodie vibe, you dont gotta crash, told ’em keep it g
yeah i be smooth, i don’t do too much
that’s why she f*ck with me
i ain’t tall but my bands tall
f*cking luckily
so addicted prolly get to riding while she suckin’ me
i*i be chillin’ n*ggas wanna talk, i don’t really care
get some paper, and stick out the way
i’m never coming there
while i’m grinding n*ggas think i owe em, i don’t gotta share
not a b*tch, keep my shoes tied
i know sh*t ain’t fair

[verse]
yo
i know sh*t ain’t fair tho
n*gga i can tell you is a b*tch bro you scared bro
n*gga* n*gga quit the cappin’
you not official
quit flexin’ for the ‘gram
man you broke not beneficial
10k in a louie bag
with a nike tech
freak b*tch feeling on my pants
thought i was erect
bro i need my motherf*ckin’ drugs
for the full effect
i don’t love you only love the paper
but don’t get upset
please don’t get upset i told you what it was from the start
i’m not tryn’a leave a mark
n*ggas always talkin’ crazy i just sit back play my part
paid a band for these pradas n*gga, they a work of art
n*ggas talkin’ aight just let me know what i’m doing right
i don’t gotta crash
sh*t was fast i can’t have no kids
put it on her ass
tryna get some benji everyday
but i don’t get no pass
stupid n*gga trying to wife a eater
sh*t don’t f*ckin’ last
[chorus]
she like, “black, you so hostile”
told her “keep it chill”
get off track, i be faded
if i’m being real
i got packs in my bookbag
b*tch i keep it sealed
beat it down as she look back
when i start to k!ll
brodie vibe, you dont gotta crash, told ’em keep it g
yeah i be smooth, i don’t do too much
that’s why she f*ck with me
i ain’t tall but my bands tall
f*cking luckily
so addicted prolly get to riding while she suckin’ me
i*i be chillin’ n*ggas wanna talk, i don’t really care
get some paper, and stick out the way
i’m never coming there
while i’m grinding n*ggas think i owe em, i don’t gotta share
not a b*tch, keep my shoes tied
i know sh*t ain’t fair

- blackedy lyrics

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