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lirik lagu houdini – kidicee

i just smoke and rap no i ain’t beef like what you sayin n*gga
i just rolled ah eight my bro a tweak he went insane n*gga
i just f*cked his b*tch that he ain’t f*ck cuz my game different
she grabbed my glock thinking my dicc hard d*mn i hate midgets
i’m like 5’6 i’m short but this aim different
i’m like a simulator n*gga how i train b*tches
that n*gga copy all my flows and use the same pitches
i don’t give a f*ck i’ll drop some new sh*t b*tch my pay different

i hit abdul like what’s the word on those latina b*tches
he like nah we can’t be f*cking with no scary b*tches
no money making happy living normal sane b*tches
i just want a shordy that love gone me the same way n*gga
chanel bag have her flippin in some gucci n*gga
i can’t believe what he said heard he a snake n*gga
he broke the code and i just knew cuz my brain different
i claimed i’m woke they said i’m not so i shape shifted
i move different n*gga i make pap different
that’s why yo savings in a jar bruh my sh*t printed
that’s why yall saving for a car while my sh*t tinted
i like to talk sh*t and i like to press b*tches
she f*cked him and f*cked on me with out no rest either
i’m kidicee you n*ggas bums call you guest speakers
i be in the stu giving life im a fast breader
speakin from the heart on every beat i’m a mean preacher

ay b*tch listen up this to you queer n*ggas
can’t f*ck with me you wearing gap and some fake slippers
this glock a demon it gotta soul watch this beam fl!cker
this bullets round but when they hit they feel like sharp clippers
no strap if he lackin then it’s ggs
bum n*gga he ain’t tryna work he flash the bb
strap tucked
bubble coat
n*ggaa my belt gg
diamonds on me round my f*cking neck this sh*t is vvs
b*tch i’ve been ballin i been out my feelings
she my shorty
she my witch
she my keke
n*gga how you feel she f*cked with me she touched me pp
i don’t think i’m finna let her go i’m feeling greedy
she got me right n*gga matching beanies
she said she love me i love her to this b*tch is cheeky
i think he tryna sell his soul he wanna be me
if i was a b*tch i’ll hit you back and call you creepy
i control what what happen next moroccan houdini
4 pints every drop is potent this sh*t so dreamy
lightskin hit it from the bacc dat sh*t so creamy
n*gga if i slide them opps won’t live cuz this glock freaky
n*gga ay it’s getting freaky
bad b*tch i only touched her once and sh*t got freaky
i might cop a charger with a kit and hit a wheelie
i dropped the album told them that i’m next now they believe me
i’m the king n*gga plus i’m next and you know that
on my f*cking life i love my n*ggas and they know that
full car n*gga i’ll still hit you with some donuts
good za b*tch i’m smoking doubles get yo dose up
cap star if you really up then n*gga show us
i can make a thousand in my sleep and call a hoe up
called the school told them that i’m rich i won’t show up
n*gga claiming motion he a frat i bet his hoes up

- kidicee

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