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baby kia - torture lyrics

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[intro]
man, i already feel paranoid in this b_tch
a n_gga better not even move wrong (al geno on the track)
i better not even see a n_gga slides, n_gga toe move through they slides, i’m blowin’
d_mn, free toolie
bk

[chorus]
in here boomed up off them jiggas, n_gga move wrong, b_tch, i’m blowin’
we pop out opp block in a cybertruck, jump out, bro honked the h_rn
he’s an innocent lil’ child, he got free pick like a corn
smokin’ remains in my backwood, i got dead men in my yard
headstones, say his name, he wish gun sent him home
he went for that okey_doke, got shot and throw one to the dome

[interlude]
r_t_rd
f_ckin’ d_ckface
h_rny_ass n_gga, haha
shop cart

[verse 1]
in that bucket with them stick boolin’ through, jump out like i’m bart
you can’t do nothin’ to hide that kid, drac’ left him stanky, smell like fart

[interlude]
gotta keep smokin’ these n_ggas, twin, i, i’m startin’ to smell the bodies
i’m startin’ to smell all these n_ggas in the room, dead souls (yeah)
[verse 2]
i make him drink what’s in the lighter
if he don’t die on sight, walk to the back, then grab the spiders
stick one on his tongue, one on his eye, he better not fight it
he got lighter fluid in his body, made him a walkin’ fire
red light
in that maybach truck, i’m bouncin’ up and down clutchin’ the drac’
he scared to turn his head, then dropped the window, hang out, see my face

[interlude]
haha, haha, haha
that’s a long_ass laugh
migo

[verse 3]
pop out brusin’, big boy threw a lil’ sh_t, my sh_t f_ck up the rove’
i jump out shooters, think i’m b00bys, k!llin’ n_ggas, sparin’ hoes
woah, woah, i lied, huh
7.62 quakin’, i done sent one through her thigh
huh, woke up with a fat bump on her face, look like a stye
better yet, it look like big boy d3 punched her in the eye
bk

[chorus]
in here boomed up off them jiggas, n_gga move wrong, b_tch, i’m blowin’
we pop out opp block in a cybertruck, jump out, bro honked the h_rn
he’s an innocent lil’ child, he got free pick like a corn
smokin’ remains in my backwood, i got dead men in my yard
headstones, say his name, he wish gun sent him home
he went for that okey_doke, got shot and throw one to the dome

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