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haloo! - need ya time / from da south 2 lyrics

[intro]

(woah, woah whyy, shes so fine, oh im inticted
who would of f_cking thought i’d get you out my life
yeah why?)

[chorus]
welp, its goodbye
i kicked that hoe right up out the f_cking spot
theres only dirty mudd inside my cup, i pour it right
i mix it with the sprite
i pray it dont take my life
i talk about money, drugs, the guns, the bops
ion want yo love i want yo top
who would’ve thought i’d make it far
100 glocks up out this yard
sending bullets down yo boulevard
my k!llers be working hard
play yo cards and do yo part
and thats how you gone make it far
i dont need no f_cking guns b_tch i need yo time
but if i need this motherf_cking drum b_tch ill get you knocked
huh, never on time, diamonds glistening right now
dont talk to me if you not gone try to make a f_ckin dime
lil 40 gone bust you
im mad as h_ll i popped two percs and only made me a hunnid
got a bad addiction for this syrup you know i love my muddy
thousands, bands, want more money
i want my heart back, its running
f_ck that b_tch, that b_tch is from da south

[verse]
that gas gone get me loud!
i built this sh_t brick by brick i this is my f_cking sound
wildin out, out of town
that b_tch left me with a frown
shoot em out with a b_tton down
what’d i say? “ f_ck where the gun is b_tch i keep f_cking my gun in bounds, huh “
you know that 556 gone f_cking hunt you down huh
rolling up wit a bad ass b_tch, same b_tch she from the south
i flew right out to miami to smoke this f_cking loud (yea)
she’ll leave you with a frown (nah nah)

[bridge]
i promise you that evil b_tch gone leave you dead

don’t reply to what im on im trynna make this f_cking check, make this f_cking check
make some f_cking bread
glocky like beretta

f_ck whatever lie you selling me you not making it no better
i promise you not special, i promise you not special!, i promise you not_

[chorus]
welp, its goodbye (eternal, haha)
i kicked that hoe right up out the f_cking spot
theres only dirty mudd inside my cup, i pour it right
i mix it with the sprite
i pray it dont take my life
i talk about money, drugs the guns the bops
ion want yo love i want yo top
who would’ve thought i’d make it far
100 glocks up out this yard
sending bullets down yo boulevard
my k!llers be working hard

i dont need no f_cking guns b_tch i need yo time
but if i need this motherf_cking drum b_tch ill get you knocked
huh, never on time, diamonds glistening right now
dont talk to me if you not gone try to make a f_ckin dime
lil 40 gone bust you
im mad as h_ll i popped two percs and only made me a hunnid
got a bad addiction for this syrup you know i love my muddy
thousands, bands, want more money
i want my heart back, its running
f_ck that b_tch, that b_tch is from da south

- haloo lyrics

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