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TheOzzyKidd - Beat It Lyrics



TheOzzyKidd - Beat It Lyrics
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Ayy, let this shit ride Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big 223, you know what I'm saying
They said TOK ain't been on shit, you know
I was like, these niggas stupid as f*ck, so when I see them
I'ma just have to, man, hold up
Run up on me and a nigga get popped
Wait a minute, I ain't never scared of no opp
Thought he was gon' catch me in traffic
Boy, you think I ain't see that red ass glock
Boy, you think I ain't see yo' dead ass walk
Boy, you think I ain't had yo' bitch on lock
Boy, you think yo' homies all really in talk
Boy, I beat yo' ass till the blood stop
Ugh, that's menopause bitch.
Hold up, I don't really need no camo
Got hittas that's sittin' on ammo
If you really wanna talk, get a payphone
Make my son turn you to a tattoo
You already know how I act, fool
I got bitches that bad like Taboo
I got bitches that like that voodoo
They ain't Haitian, though, I say fa sho
These bullets gon' hit like kung fu
I got bands on bands like buku
I got pills that'll turn you to a fruit loop
Pop up on you like a game like guess who
Take them dreads off your head like Caillou
I was in the country like Pittsview, I was in them pits like a preacher
Don't you talk when I'm talkin' like a teacher
Y'all be high in the game like bleachers
Mine be loud in the game like a speaker
Hey, how you doin'? My name is Jorian
She gon' suck me like some germs, she gon' catch this nut like cooties
I stay makin' Netflix like movies, she say bae I'ma snap like Scooby
I said, come here and let's get groovy
Now, hold up, what that mean
I like what I seen baby, now gon' and drop them jeans baby
Come here let me put it in your spleen baby
Now that she can't walk, let's talk that gun talk
One, two, three, four, five, six 7.6 Two bullets gon' pop out
Say what you think, my niggas ain't talkin'
Say what you said, that nigga ain't talkin
I heard these guns some real cock blockers
I heard these guns some real street stalkers
I heard these guns can make you frown
I heard these guns could fix your face
Thank you, I move from place to place, this money can't stop, can't catch no case
No face, no case, I paint her face
Ayy, that nigga Picasso, eat that pussy like bitch with tacos
Take her cheese like that bitch need nachos
Drink that wock like taco Tuesday
Won't nobody see you like Ruby Tuesday
Move my money to the Roth IRA
Wanna be childish, go YMCA
Run up on me and a nigga get popped
Wait a minute, I ain't never scared of no opp
Thought he was gon' catch me in traffic
Boy, you think I ain't see that red ass glock
Boy, you think I ain't see yo' dead ass walk
Boy, you think I ain't had yo' bitch on lock
Boy, you think yo' homies all really in talk
Boy, I beat yo' ass till the blood stop
Ugh, that's menopause bitch.
Hold up, I don't really need no camo
Got hittas that's sittin' on ammo
If you really wanna talk, get a payphone
Make my son turn you to a tattoo
You already know how I act, fool
I got bitches that bad like Taboo
I got bitches that like that voodoo like
Beat it, beat it don't you want to (King of Pop noises)
We can stop it now that was actually really good
T-O-K, you know how I say it f*ck outta here, bitch
So Beat It
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English

Ayy, let this shit ride Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big 223, you know what I'm saying
They said TOK ain't been on shit, you know
I was like, these niggas stupid as f*ck, so when I see them
I'ma just have to, man, hold up
Run up on me and a nigga get popped
Wait a minute, I ain't never scared of no opp
Thought he was gon' catch me in traffic
Boy, you think I ain't see that red ass glock
Boy, you think I ain't see yo' dead ass walk
Boy, you think I ain't had yo' bitch on lock
Boy, you think yo' homies all really in talk
Boy, I beat yo' ass till the blood stop
Ugh, that's menopause bitch.
Hold up, I don't really need no camo
Got hittas that's sittin' on ammo
If you really wanna talk, get a payphone
Make my son turn you to a tattoo
You already know how I act, fool
I got bitches that bad like Taboo
I got bitches that like that voodoo
They ain't Haitian, though, I say fa sho
These bullets gon' hit like kung fu
I got bands on bands like buku
I got pills that'll turn you to a fruit loop
Pop up on you like a game like guess who
Take them dreads off your head like Caillou
I was in the country like Pittsview, I was in them pits like a preacher
Don't you talk when I'm talkin' like a teacher
Y'all be high in the game like bleachers
Mine be loud in the game like a speaker
Hey, how you doin'? My name is Jorian
She gon' suck me like some germs, she gon' catch this nut like cooties
I stay makin' Netflix like movies, she say bae I'ma snap like Scooby
I said, come here and let's get groovy
Now, hold up, what that mean
I like what I seen baby, now gon' and drop them jeans baby
Come here let me put it in your spleen baby
Now that she can't walk, let's talk that gun talk
One, two, three, four, five, six 7.6 Two bullets gon' pop out
Say what you think, my niggas ain't talkin'
Say what you said, that nigga ain't talkin
I heard these guns some real cock blockers
I heard these guns some real street stalkers
I heard these guns can make you frown
I heard these guns could fix your face
Thank you, I move from place to place, this money can't stop, can't catch no case
No face, no case, I paint her face
Ayy, that nigga Picasso, eat that pussy like bitch with tacos
Take her cheese like that bitch need nachos
Drink that wock like taco Tuesday
Won't nobody see you like Ruby Tuesday
Move my money to the Roth IRA
Wanna be childish, go YMCA
Run up on me and a nigga get popped
Wait a minute, I ain't never scared of no opp
Thought he was gon' catch me in traffic
Boy, you think I ain't see that red ass glock
Boy, you think I ain't see yo' dead ass walk
Boy, you think I ain't had yo' bitch on lock
Boy, you think yo' homies all really in talk
Boy, I beat yo' ass till the blood stop
Ugh, that's menopause bitch.
Hold up, I don't really need no camo
Got hittas that's sittin' on ammo
If you really wanna talk, get a payphone
Make my son turn you to a tattoo
You already know how I act, fool
I got bitches that bad like Taboo
I got bitches that like that voodoo like
Beat it, beat it don't you want to (King of Pop noises)
We can stop it now that was actually really good
T-O-K, you know how I say it f*ck outta here, bitch
So Beat It
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Writer: Donovan Bennett, Matthieu Thompson
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Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: Donovan Bennett, Matthieu Thompson
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