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hightechfanta x sadboyluka - scary lyrics
sadboyluka:
this b-tch callin on my phone, with the chit chat
i ain’t really with that, i just wanna hit that
i don’t really care about your feelings, ill admit that
goofy you must really want your pack and your b-tch back
choppa got that kick back, extended clip with that
i was piping on a girl you love, you know i did that
i just p-ss a 30 to hightech i say “yo clip that”
i do what i want and yous a b-tch, don’t forget that
posted in the function with ya thot, i really wish that
and dulla text the gang coz the shooters really with that
i got a plug named deigo, shoot a name rico
this my desert eagle, boy this sh-t lethal
i came with the choppa coz they know i do this
i just want the neck, i don’t give a f-ck who you miss
the truth is b-tches that suck my d-ck is who you kiss
the shooters is packing 4 clips ready do hits
heard you was lowkey chatting, what you tryna do
if you hang around a ops that means you an op too
if i don’t got my pistol, hit that b-tch with some kung fu
on some bruce lee, hit her one two
these b-tches know im the man they always come to
and if the function moving woky, you know ima run thru
hightechfanta:
i said “b-tch my name hightech (woah), you can call me max”
i got shooters in the back of da uber, ready do ya fastin
i was skippin school coz i was selling drugs
and if you not sucking d-ck then baby you can catch a hug
i was riding thru new york, ridin them other ocs
b-tch want some pills, i told the b-tch get off me
in the function, ima blow this motherf-cker up, because im different
if you moving with the gang, you better be careful
i got shooters in the back of da uber, its a handful
i be on the block sippin the hightech and the fanta
i could spit, wish that i can spit
woke up in the club, them diamonds brighter than solar eclipse
b-tch don’t call my phone, talking bout money, she holdin my d-ck
all my b-tches badder and badder and your baddest b-tch look hit
caught that boy, then i shot that boy and that boy walk with the limp
talk bout gang, then i ride that thang, then i swear that boy get hit
i don’t even care about a bit, no more for the p-ssy that ya grip
i don’t even care for a bit no more, for the p-ssy that sh-t stink
they said that i wouldn’t pull up, i know that boy lit
they said that i wouldn’t pull up, i know that boy lit
i pulled a gang and you know the choppers gon hit
i got so much money on my pocket, pocket rip
hold up, wha he said? wha he said to me?
why you looking scary, scary baby, baby f-ck with me
i got so muh money, more than your man, baby f-ck with me
f-ck with me, ride with me, i see the ops, i ain’t stoppin shi (huh)
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