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letra de laced - kill stacy

baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n-ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh-t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n-gga pulled up then we laced him
laced up my shoes and these sh-ts is not basic
and i (?)
does not owe me no bread cuz im good with these faces
you get shot in your face and get left with no trace
and the sh-t, that my n-ggas on, really have em stuck like
how, in the f-ck, is these little n-ggas up
boy its simple they weak as a f-ck and they suck
i send gang on your b-tch have her sucking em up
have you sick bout it, now you p-ssed bout it
pull up like he big body, he gon get his sh-t splattered
and my pockets like my girls ass, n-gga, it just get fatter
start stackin up your cash, watch em get madder
n-ggas got their hands up but ain’t hit me a d-mn (?)
big glock near the side of my hip, got em dancin
we gon take a (?), treat em like he (?)
and i can’t do another interview until im in a mansion
how standard, really at the top of my sh-t, boy
aye, still walk around with brown bags like im tip boy
dont say that scamming sh-t dont work cuz u can’t hit boy
you the type of n-gga probably scammin through a envoy
and my b-tch go too crazy, this sh-t they can’t touch
need the bands on the daily take my b-tch to lunch
can’t be friends less you pay me been missin too much
went from 10 to 180 and ain’t press no clutch
come on, im broke baby, i ain’t got no money
bullsh-t, i see you shinin n-gga
i can smell a motherf-cker with money
eatin (?) can see you got boy

k33zy kay:
keezy kay, crack a n-gga then i move along
n-ggas talking funny bout lil baby yeah they movin wrong
n-ggas think they hard until my brothers get the toolie on
add it to that b-tch we cannot choose so cut the movie on
b-tch
check the ice on my wrist
ice on my b-tch i keep the ice on my fit
if u bettin money on it put some dice on that b-tch
and b-tch im out im mandolin so put some rice on that b-tch
if she tryna black out then ima white on that b-tch
if she tryna eat me out then ima (?) on that b-tch
ima eat it with a spoon and get a knife on that b-tch
i got (?) potholes, keep the mics on that b-tch, ay

ima let a n-gga have it by my chips
b-tch you better know its keezy i go dumb for the strips
me and stacy with the (?) with the drums in this b-tch
we some gods, you some hoes, and some bums in this b-tch
n-gga

k!ll stacy:
baby just popped a bean, headed to the moon
i just poured the wok right in my drink
thats where im headed too
new glock 22, i can tell you what it do
he say he want be on tv put him on the news too
n-ggas know the game i dont really gotta say sh-t
we be (?) late night, stakin (?)
he tryna kick the door down, he impatient
right, when he got a n-gga pulled up then we laced him

- kill stacy

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