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4bsence - wicked lyrics
[intro: 4bsence]
it’s finna get spooky in this b_tch, so, boy, don’t play with me
it’s finna get spooky in this b_tch, i keep that k with me
oh, i keep that blade on me, lil’ b_tch, don’t play w me
don’t know why they hate on me, i could run yo’ fade, homie
[chorus: 4bsence]
yeah, it could get wicked, i got like 50 b_tches on the hitlist
i got some shooters, you know they ain’t missin’, i cut his ears off, he won’t listen
i’m finna walk in the spot wit a k, i’m finna f_ck on this thot everyday
if he talkin’, you know he get shot in his face, i just went to the store and i got me a k
yeah, i got me a k and i shot up the place
i don’t f_ck with these hoes, f_ck what thеy gotta say
and i pulled out the choppa, that b_tch prolly prayed
if that b_tch spеak again then i’m runnin’ his fade
and i keep that tool on me, paid a k for the jewelry (oh, oh)
i don’t f_ck with the foolery, i don’t f_ck with the foolery (oh, oh)
[verse: helper]
maybe this sh_ts not made for you at f_ckin all
balenciaga defenders running through mud, mud (run around the world)
and all these b_tches praying on my downfall
and i don’t give a f_ck what you’re saying, i can’t hear at all (oh, mhm)
huh, yeah, they call me unbiased (f_ck, sh_t)
but that sh_ts a lie, don’t give a f_ck ’bout the money or crime
fashion freak, i’m a f_ckin’ designer
lil’ b_tch all the way back behind us
f_ckin’ loud, just please don’t mind us
suicide, i think i might just (leave, leave)
[chorus: 4bsence]
yeah, it could get wicked, i got like 50 b_tches on the hitlist
i got some shooters, you know they ain’t missin’, i cut his ears off, he won’t listen
i’m finna walk in the spot wit a k, i’m finna f_ck on this thot everyday
if he talkin’, you know he get shot in his face, i just went to the store and i got me a k
yeah, i got me a k and i shot up the place
i don’t f_ck with these hoes, f_ck what they gotta say
and i pulled out the choppa, that b_tch prolly prayed
if that b_tch speak again then i’m runnin’ his fade
and i keep that tool on me, paid a k for the jewelry (oh, oh)
i don’t f_ck with the foolery, i don’t f_ck with the foolery (oh, oh)
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