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Put your need, mofucka, I'ma send you to the street Damn gun, leave your body to the mothafuckin' meat (Wait, wait) Why the fuck you in the kitchen if you couldn't take the heat? Got him faultin' under pressure, mothafucka turn weak (Wait, wait) Put your need, your my feed, mothafucka make it bleed You gon' scream on my deed, and I'm comin' with heat (Wait, wait) We could see it in the beam and I'm runnin' on the scene Give a slicin' on your block, then I'ma do it, I'ma be Higher pride, you're not really damn tough Talkin' bout money, but never beggin' enough And you claimin' you with it, I'm really callin' your bluff Acting like you really live the life, I'll get you fucked up Shut up, with the fuckin' talkin', leave you fucked up Yeah, don't fuck, slap 'em with the bullet like a nun-chuck I'm ready, got a strap and mothafuckas never run up Someone got tough with the head Goddamn bitch, I'm makin' money, mothafucka never have it (Wait, wait) And I'm snatchin' with the money, mothafucka there's some cabbage Pull up straight with my body, I'ma kill you, I'm a savage (Wait) Got a Glock in the back, and it smell like some cabbage Glock to his head, got a mothafucka cappin' (Wait, wait) Keep on talkin' mothafucka, I'ma kill you for reacting And he said he with the smoke, but he ain't never with the action Charged up mofucka, I'ma hit him with the static I go to shellin' the captain That mofucka talkin', that bitch's just cappin' Put your need, mofucka, I'ma send you to the street Damn gun, leave your body to the mothafuckin' meat (Wait, wait) Why the fuck you in the kitchen if you couldn't take the heat? Got him faultin' under pressure, mothafucka turn weak (Wait, wait) Put your need, your my feed, mothafucka make it bleed You gon' scream on my deed, and I'm comin' with heat (Wait, wait) We could see it in the beam and I'm runnin' on the scene Give a slicin' on your block, then I'ma do it, I'ma be
Writer(s): Aaron Brandford, William Roed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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