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fed kicked - heembeezy lyrics

[intro]
(hey, john, how you do that?)
yeah, alright
flow

[chorus]
i need my chili like immediately
scrabblin’ the devil got me poppin’ percs repeatedly
lately i been sh*ttin’ on the b*tches that mistreated me
he said he gon’ shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me
don’t get close, it’s a 30, stick in my book bag
can’t wait to set it off on any n*gga that look at me mad
why his b*tch don’t look like all a thousand, look like she had
she callin’ me daddy, b*tch, do it look like i’m dad?
i just poured a four in this fanta and rolled exotic
baby, who you bank with? i’m a scammer, i’m done with flockin’

[verse]
her mouth the bomb, diggity, she my lil’ bin laden (yeah, yeah)
these n*ggas copy pastin’ what i do, but they just can’t top it
yeah, it’s been a long week, still made 50k
i’m big ebk, b*tch, who gon’ die today?
i’m with them n*ggas who gon’ shoot and say they just playin’
i still see you f*ck n*ggas through these ray*bans
this chopper break a n*gga down and make him break dance
i don’t really get along with n*ggas, i don’t shake hands
i don’t even do these songs with n*ggas ’cause i hate them
i pull some sh*t out my pocket, make ’em say, “d*mn”
i put a hundred on the chop’ and make ’em lay down
on my baby, i did fell in love with the drac’ sound
a hundred thousand sittin’ up in my paypal
i was just in the slammer countin’ all my days down
all your lil’ sh*t, b*tch, please don’t start it
i threw two titties on the chop’, turn it to a barbie (yeah)
i ap all my hoes, don’t do no carti’s (yeah)
these n*ggas actin’ h*lla strange, havin’ diddy parties (yeah)
no bullsh*t, b*tch, i’m that f*ckin’ n*gga
let that n*gga look at me brazy, i’ma f*ckin’ k!ll him (yeah)
all of these diamonds on me, f*ck i look like, can’t be chillin’
i’m thumbin’ through a million
brodie, i think these perkies fake ’cause i don’t feel ’em (yeah)
all of these hoes lyin’ to me, ain’t got no feelings
been on the road, ain’t had no s*x in a cold minute
i got a problem, all i wanna do is smoke n*ggas, for real, n*gga, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
i need my chili like immediately
scrabblin’ the devil got me poppin’ percs repeatedly (yeah, for real)
lately i been sh*ttin’ on the b*tches that mistreated me
he said he gon’ shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me (yeah, bah)
don’t get close, it’s a 30, stick in my book bag
can’t wait to set it off on any n*gga that look at me mad
why his b*tch don’t look like all a thousand, look like she had
she callin’ me daddy, b*tch, do it look like i’m dad?
i just poured a four in this fanta and rolled exotic
baby, who you bank with? i’m a scammer, i’m done with flockin’

- heembeezy lyrics

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