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sidewalk sinister - menace 2.0 lyrics

[intro]
(who made this sh*t?)
(taytaymadethebeat)

[chorus]
i said f*cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd*mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f*cking make sure they don’t see this motherf*cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d*mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f*cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b*tch (let’s go, sh*t)
stretch me out, i can’t f*cking sleep, bang out when i d*mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f*cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d*mn put you out, you b*tch
you won’t have no f*cking case, rearrange your whole d*mn shape soon as we face you, f*ck
you won’t have no godd*mn sp*ce, we in your section ’til we d*mn spray you, you piece of sh*t

[verse 1]
put your f*cking mask on, yеah, they comin’ out, you b*tch
soon as they close that d*mn door, wе just gon’ walk down, you pr*ck
they say we dead wrong ’cause we knocked his ass off, the d*mn clown
but he who got caught lackin’, tell that bating b*tch that that’s his fault, f*ck
if we draw down, those f*cking guns get let off, the sh*t’s loud
at all them clowns, including his d*mn spouse, you’re all f*cked
kept that f*cking bl!ck inside my drawers, that d*mn steel
every time i walked through h*ll, that sh*t was real
i worked for n0body, sold no d*mn cds, you motherf*cker
you throw a diss and you get f*cking tossed, that’s the d*mn law
say you ain’t catch that, cross my f*cking name up, ain’t no talking, you b*tch (yeah, f*ck)
if they had a bang*out at the store, from my window, i could see that sh*t sparkin’, d*mn
but i ain’t seen that since they made some godd*mn fools some targets, you assh0l*
big f*cking .40, got that d*mn thing on me in a stolo, n*gga knowin’ that it’s r*t*rded, sh*t
i spit that f*cking sh*t that cause a massacre at the party, believe that, you b*tch
[chorus]
i said f*cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd*mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f*cking make sure they don’t see this motherf*cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d*mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f*cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b*tch
stretch me out, i can’t f*cking sleep, bang out when i d*mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f*cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d*mn put you out, you b*tch
you won’t have no f*cking case, rearrange your whole d*mn shape soon as we face you, f*ck
you won’t have no godd*mn sp*ce, we in your section ’til we d*mn spray you, you piece of sh*t

[verse 2]
when i jump out the back, i’ma f*cking hit it, you pr*ck
i’ma aim with the d*mn strap at his fitted, the motherf*cker
throwin’ out the murder f*cking bags in my city, that d*mn work
play*by*play while i’m standin’ on that d*mn corner, you b*tch
dirty drac’, take the top off the f*cking hemi, that d*mn ride
fully equipped it when we go on a d*mn mission, you assh0l*
take his whole d*mn face, i ain’t showin’ no f*cking pity, you b*st*rd
closed case, tell them all good f*cking riddance, you cowards
zombieland where the dogs can d*mn scent it, the f*cking ground
sprinter van and we all be f*cking in it, that whole d*mn crew
catch him first, get a raw f*cking percentage, that’s the d*mn rule
if you want, i put a f*cking coffin in it, that’s the whole d*mn deal
i could get you one from inside my d*mn home, you motherf*cker
i just want to check the b*tch out for f*cking attendance, is she there, d*mn
tell them f*cking clowns i say f*ck ’em all, every last one
and i’ma f*cking k!ll all you b*tches, that’s on your mama, b*tch, you’re f*cked
[chorus]
i said f*cking left foot creep, yeah, i’m godd*mn stalking with that burner
look around, stay low, gotta f*cking make sure they don’t see this motherf*cker
catch ’em slippin’, walk down, i’ma d*mn face ’em with that heater
the devil’s under your f*cking feet, you’re on your way to see that b*tch
stretch me out, i can’t f*cking sleep, bang out when i d*mn see your ass
play with me, you won’t f*cking sleep, we gunnin’ to d*mn put you out, you b*tch
you won’t have no f*cking case, rearrange your whole d*mn shape soon as we face you, f*ck
you won’t have no godd*mn sp*ce, we in your section ’til we d*mn spray you, you piece of sh*t

[outro]
(who made this sh*t?)
(taytaymadethebeat)
d*mn!

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