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lirik lagu fuck patek – kill stacy

he talkin’ crazy like that boy dead
keep talkin’ crazy get that boy dead
if he don’t got a vest he get shot in the chest
don’t f*ck with my shooters, my shooters the best
[?]
f*ck boy with a war imma wish you the best
he send a text he gonna die by the tec
he think he hard how he die gettin’ checked
i need a chain boy f*ck a patek
stupid as f*ck finna die for respect
don’t die for your neck boy just give it give it up
whole gang really shoot man they don’t give a f*ck
flirt with yo b*tch while you givin’ it up
little shawty a thot how the h*ll you in love
baby a bird, really a dove
you was a nerd not really a thug

claim he gettin’ up lil boy that’s cap
pull up with a cap now i’m blowin’ that back
said he want smoke bet he won’t match
we blowin’ first n*gga we don’t blow back
put him in dirt while i do that boy worse
or put him the the woods they don’t know where he at
[?] finna get out the trap
say i’ve got a bust down told you get wacked
ride with some k!llas’ can’t name the rest of em
i got the glock probably pop at the festival
you the type a n*gga take the [?]
[?]
heat in our [?] and this shotty’ gon’ level him
trey shoot twice turn that boy to a skeleton
shots to his back and his chest out ahead of him
83 pull up supplyin’ the medicine
i need a bag got my eye on a settlement
know if i want it you ain’t gotta let me in
kicking your door with that mac [?]
we in and out b*tch i came with some veterans
takin’ yo people [?] and we sellin’ em
i jug a n*gga don’t care if he relevant
b*tch i got bread i just ride for the h*ll of it
[?] put that on yo head if you f*ck n*ggas tellin’ sh*t

[83hades]
big 83 b*tch i’m running for president
i pull up at the party we all with that felon sh*t
i d*ck head went soft and then she resurrected it
i put all the funds in the bank that’s embezzlement
how i just bought a whip and you still out here peddlin’
i be servin’ burbs’ i be sellin’ pelicans
i just might run off on yo boy for the h*ll of it
no compromises ain’t takin’ no settlement
and i got the glock its inside of my letterman
[83hades in whisper]
b*tch i’m a demon when i’m off the medicine
i pulled out the chopper he fill with adrenaline
you act like a p*ssy why you be so feminine
i beat of the p*ssy i’m gettin’ right into it

[83hades]
hollow tips into you chest don’t go through with it
he said he gon’ rob me but then he don’t do it
i come and i’m swaggin’ purple in my fluid
i feel like a gangster i’m stuck in the field
i walk in the function i’m poppin my [?]
and my clip banana you gon’ get peeled
you shoot in yo songs but i’m shootin’ for real
yo shawty come over here whats the deal
i wanna follow my stomach i’m poppin’ the seal
b*tch i be runnin’ and gunnin’ runnin’ with a hundred
b*tch you can get popped like a pill
i pour him in a cup and then made that sh*t spill
and my heart is cold so it’s f*ck how you feel
wanna play on the wrong side you get k!lled
cut up the brick its something like a quill
223 all in you build
ran up the thouies’ now i want to get to the mil
i can’t get sick i’m too ill
i had to get out the trenches b*tch you were born in the hills

- kill stacy

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