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lirik lagu just talking – saxkboy kd & that mexican ot

[intro: saxkboy kd]
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time (out of time*time)
spin ’round the block, yeah, my shooters gon’ slide (you can’t hide)
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time (where the members? tp, baby)
time is money but there’s money on my mind (run it back, playboi, ayy)

[chorus: saxkboy kd]
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking (said what?)
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking (still walking)
shooting at who? i ain’t hear sh*t sparking (brrt, here sh*t sparking)
these n*ggas ain’t sparking (yeah, yeah)
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking (said what?)
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking (on who?)
shooting at who? i ain’t hear sh*t sparking (here sh*t sparking)
boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

[verse 1: saxkboy kd]
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout a b*tch
when i dated a b*tch (what?), they ain’t cut me no slack
they f*cked her (yeah)
i had a heart, but they ripped it to pieces (they did), now i invested the rest in these duffels
i know it take time but i ain’t wasting mine on sh*t
you want me? first, send me some money (a bag)
it took some time to write up some rhymes like this, now look at me, trigga, i’m on it (yeah)
spitting them facts (yeah)
hop in the benz and i pop me a 10 and i’m all in the back where the seats lay back (lay back)
told her mistreat me again and i’m f*cking her friends and recording them
that’s just that (just that)
thinking they gangster, they throwing them slugs
okay, one text and i’m getting him wacked
like it’s subliminal
make him lay in his bushes (yeah), get rid of him (let’s go)
i’m phenomenal
a magician, i clap three times and he gone
f*ck ’em
he ain’t standing on business, he a errand boy that clean sh*t up in the trap
miss them? f*ck it, we sending you wit’ ’em
hit ’em
45 colt shooting missiles
if you wearing my jewelry, you victim
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout who else wit’ ’em
split ’em
dead man, dead man, dead man, r.i.p. (dead man)
i got ten on ’em, work clean, come get this prize
please don’t waste my time, i’ll lose my mind
sh*t, everybody hit
get caught lackin’ and shoot ’em in his sh*t
huh, then burry them sticks (come on)
[chorus: saxkboy kd]
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking
shooting at who? (brrt) i ain’t hear sh*t sparking
these n*ggas ain’t sparking
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking
shooting at who? i ain’t hear sh*t sparking
boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

[verse 2: that mexican ot]
i’m puffin’ on good flower, it give me rap super powers
i’m crazy, they doubted lil’ n*gga, a coward
i’ma knock his ass over, just like twin towers
they callin’ me dipping sauce (woah, t)
’cause they think that it’s sweet, then i’m gettin’ it sour
stanking lil’ b*tch better get in the shower
i pop a v**gr*, then f*ck for a hour
yeah, i’m riding ’round in the tahoe, with my vatos, make a lil’ n*gga top blow
bullets hit him ’em up like some motherf*ckin’ nachos
i’m dripping in cheese like, “none of this not yours”
bad b*tch, we gon’ f*ck in the back of the yukon
tossin’ the salad, i eat her with croutons (croutons)
they like, “ot, you a motherf*cker”
d*ck in her bootyhole, look like peanut b*tter
i’m gon’ pop out with this glock out
get his ass cropped out
b*tch better check my background, i got k!llers that don’t make a sound (tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time)
i’m gon’ pop out with this glock out
get his ass cropped out (time is money but there’s money on my mind)
b*tch better check my background, i got k!llers that don’t make a sound
[chorus: saxkboy kd]
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking
shooting at who? (brrt, brrt) i ain’t hear sh*t sparking
fah, fah, fah, these n*ggas ain’t sparking
said he gon’ k!ll who? n*gga just talking
sliding on who? these n*ggas still walking
shooting at who? i ain’t hear sh*t sparking
boom, boom, boom, gang put him in a coffin

[outro]
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time
spin ’round the block, yeah, my shooters gon’ slide
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time (tp, baby)
time is money but there’s money on my mind (run it back, playboi)
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time
spin ’round the block, yeah, my shooters gon’ slide
tick tock, tick tock, you’re running out of time
spin ’round the block, yeah, my shooters gon’ slide

- saxkboy kd that mexican ot

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