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bitter – kil текст песни

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[intro]
yeah he broke he gonna get it
i might paint a picture aye
he don’t get it
he can’t spend it like a penny pincher yuh
why he bitter
his b-tch on my hip just like a pistol yuh
why he bitter
he don’t get no dap just middle fohoho
(aye yuh aye yuh haha)
yah he broke(yuh)
he gon get it(d-mn ready)
he want pack(aye)
he got reggie (uhh)
talking sets (yuh)
he don’t rep it (aye)
up that pole like like i’m-

[verse 1 – kil]
struts on me just like the adidas check
if they see that i’m with the green like i’m the packers
i empty the round just to watchin the back and the time runnin out as the bag gettin fatter
i hear the popo i’m hittin the door i’m countin up numbers, they call me a dork
they never saw it they can’t get a bite from my plate cause i never eat soup with a fork
even the prettiest flower got thorns
it all looks like sugar so you crave the more
money elastic like it’s acrobatic
he’s like a tv cause he don’t want the static
i’m burnin em like its a bong and a pack and that sh-t got my blade, black spray can be for taggin
i’m with the att-tude eat fill for zaggin
i’m going full spray like i put the mag in

[chorus]
yeah he broke he gonna get it
i might paint a picture aye
he don’t get it
he can’t spend it like a penny pincher yuh
why he bitter
his b-tch on my hip just like a pistol yuh
why he bitter
he don’t get no dap just middle fingers

[verse 2 – zotiyac]
ayy yo b-tch she ain’t cute she want to f-ck me
b-tch don’t touch me
remember when she tried to dump me
now that lil b-tch would be lucky
i pay attention i don’t think so i got money
you moving that work i take that like like i puffy
white girl off the c-ke
this snow bunny is stuffy
you callin yo wiffey
i call that b-tch buffy
that ho a vampire the way that she suck me
yo b-tch off the leash like huskeys
i’m a dog don’t want no puppies
30 glock but it ain’t rusty
it still c-ck back it’s just muddy
you a stupid if you trust me friendly fire for your buddy
he ain’t got no quarrel like bubby get that boy a f-ckin snuggy
tell that little boy need a hug
i’m sweeping you and that sh-t under the rug
been a long time since i picked up a dub
said it’s been a long time since i ain’t been a plug
do it look like i give f-cks, if it do i apologize its a mix up
either i’m clearing the air or we air this sh-t in the mother f-ckin club
we don’t like talkin we like to leave coffins
please don’t pick us if you don’t do this often
i level up when i fly to austin
all my sh-t from vegas to britain to boston
from cali to kansas
wherever i’m landin, my language always expanding
big big franklins they talking in spanish
till last man standing, yo b-tch understand it

[chorus]
yeah he broke he gonna get it
i might paint a picture aye
he don’t get it
he can’t spend it like a penny pincher yuh
why he bitter
his b-tch on my hip just like a pistol yuh
why he bitter
he don’t get no dap just middle fingers

[verse 3 – kil]
boy don’t want beef so don’t go to mcdonald’s
he kissin the barrel like it’s spin the bottle
my ex hit my phone up like it’s been a while
when i dip the scene there’s blood on the tiles
boy tell hit up the link in my bio
i’m not bout that p-ssy sh-t like i’m a gyno
b-tch hit me up just don’t let her guy know
she screamin out k!lla, it sounds like a high note
that boy still bitter to this day
i gave her pipe by mistake
homie get caught up like instinct
beatin the beat up then send it to sensei
b-tch on my hip no pistol
but she still swallow my kids though
she want to pop for my endo (x2)
i’m under pressure you see me walking on a tight rope
side note, hope you know i’m a certified psycho
imma pull up and then skirt off on a little bike ho
never a p-ssy like you be drillin down a dyk- ho
imma be ballin then signing out like i’m micheal
i was still pullin thotties when i was only 5’4
but i’d be tellin em shorty can’t be my type though
and i be k!llin this sh-t, wait what do i know

[chorus]
yeah he broke he gonna get it
i might paint a picture aye
he don’t get it
he can’t spend it like a penny pincher yuh
why he bitter
his b-tch on my hip just like a pistol yuh
why he bitter
he don’t get no dap just middle fingers

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