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off wit thëy head - fyfate lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, off with your leg, off with your leg (off with your leg)
you ain’t walkin’ on beats then off with your leg, off with your leg (off with your leg)
they offering cheap then off with your head (off with your head)
off with your head, off with your head (off with your head)

[chorus]
start with the head when you get on your knees (off with your head, off with your head, off with your head)
off with your leg, you ain’t steppin’ like me (off with your leg, off with your leg, off with your leg)
off with yo’ head you ain’t comin’ onto me, off with your leg, you ain’t step on the beat
cut off your head, you ain’t thinkin’ like me
shoot at the chair then tonka the t
off with your leg, you ain’t steppin’ like i, and she suck on the d*ck but the b*tch love god
b*tch, shut up, b*tch, yeah, definitely ain’t gon’ do what you said, you gon’ do, you don’t know where the h*ll we are
i’m too high, can’t drive no car (skrrt)
seven seat the cullinan (swerve), your mammy pulled up, sucked me up, my meat for not no money, man (yeah free)
on the x i’m the candy man, yeah, where the candy at? (yeah)
on jeepers creepers pull up all*white the mini van, yeah (yeah)
and that trackhawk go two fifty, i done broke the dash (ack) (swerve)
if you did the drugs we did we all would insta crash, yeah (yeah)
all my money do addition, it don’t do subtract, yeah (nah)
when it comin’ to addiction pour a deuce of act’ (act)
x with a perc’ would have ’em fall like they medusa (they medusa, yeah)
lights all on the xd, aim right at they medulla (yeah)
say it’s runnin’ but it’s a new car
said these diamonds fat, boy call my jeweler (or elliante)
x on me too far (x, x, x), xd ’em out the bag with the cash (x ’em out)
if you took the same x i took, got scary, b*tch, the past (ack) (yeah)
[verse]
in the x games, i can’t rock with none of these broke b*tch or no lame, yeah (sane)
they can’t understand me, this my language, yeah
rockin’ helmut lang, i need her head, her cranium
twizzy pull up with the “buh*buh*buh”, the fire, he flamin’ em (phew, phew)
had to change, tell me, chanelly fragrance, smell ’em (yeah, it’s coming)
i got frames, i sell ’em (sell ’em)
take a bail, i bail her (bail her)
i can’t hear that sh*t (yeah, yeah) you tell me like i’m h*llen keller
candy smell the za’ i’m sellin’, i put it in the mailer
all my diamonds wet, i’m sailing
how y’all mad these b*tches wetter? (brr)
used to sell the coke but sometimes i sold ’em bakin’ soda (ack)
i be with my twizzy, my twins like i’m minnesota, vikings
your b*tch pulled up on me and suck my d*ck, matter of fact she ride it (ooh)
f*ck i look like? writin’ songs, b*tch, i been freestylin’ (in the mall)
f*ck i look like? lettin’ ’em dress me, b*tch, don’t style me (yeah, style me)
not no stylist (no stylist)
in a year i’ll be as rich as that boy ply is
not talkin’ ’bout my jet when i take this x i’m really flyin’ (brrt)
b*tch, i chill with the birdies (brrt), i chill with gods, i chill with allah (allah)
eh, all my diamonds flawless (brrt), y’all glass’ y’all cinderella, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
all these kids been bitin’ my swag like they piranhas, yeah
this granny paid me ten thousand to suck my d*ck, she took her dentures out
f*ck it, i’m high, i don’t care about what they said or what they be talkin’ about
i f*ck with the head, i f*ck with the head, i f*ck with the top, i f*ck with her mouth
this b*tch p*ssy wet than a mop, yeah, i told that b*tch that i need me the w.a.p
walked up, we gon’ hit the mall, we gon’ spend it all, gon’ pull it all out
[chorus]
start with the head when you get on your knees (off with your head, off with your head, off with your head)
off with your leg, you ain’t steppin’ like me (off with your leg, off with your leg, off with your leg)
off with yo’ head you ain’t comin’ onto me, off with your leg, you ain’t step on the beat
cut off your head, you ain’t thinkin’ like me
shoot at the chair then tonka the t
off with your leg, you ain’t steppin’ like i, and she suck on the d*ck but the b*tch love god
b*tch, shut up, b*tch, yeah, definitely ain’t gon’ do what you said, you gon’ do, you don’t know where the h*ll we are
i’m too high, can’t drive no car (skrrt)
seven seat the cullinan (swerve), your mammy pulled up, sucked me up, my meat for not no money, man (yeah free)
on the x i’m the candy man, yeah, where the candy at? (yeah)
on jeepers creepers pull up all*white the mini van, yeah (yeah)
and that trackhawk go two fifty, i done broke the dash (ack) (swerve)
if you did the drugs we did we all would insta crash, yeah (yeah)
all my money do addition, it don’t do subtract, yeah (nah)
when it comin’ to addiction pour a deuce of act’ (act)

- fyfate lyrics

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