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Fed Kicked
5,651
Hip-Hop/Rap
Fed Kicked was released on December 20, 2024 by Now & Forever/Santa Anna as a part of the album Fed Kicked - Single
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Release DateDecember 20, 2024
LabelNow & Forever/Santa Anna
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heembeezy
Heembeezy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mathias LeiluaTuitasi
Mathias LeiluaTuitasi
Composer
Jekobe Holloway
Jekobe Holloway
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
prodmlt
prodmlt
Producer

Lyrics

Hey, John, why you do that?
Yeah, alright
I need my chili like I'm in Italy
Scrabbling the devil got me popping percs repeatedly
Blendy I been shitting on the bitches that mistreated me
He said he gon' shoot me when he see me but he greeted me don't get close
This a thirty stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off for any **** that look at me mad
Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of life she had
She calling me daddy, bitch, do I look like I'm dad?
I just pulled a four in his Fanta and rode exotic
Baby who you bank with I'm a scammer I'm done with flocking
Her mouth that bomb diggity she my lil' Bin Laden
These ****-copy pastin' what I do but they just can't top it
It's been a long week still made fifty K
I'm big EBK bitch who gon' die today
I'm with them **** who gon' shoot and say they just playin'
I still see you fuck **** through these Ray-Bans
This choppa break a **** down and make him break dance
I don't really get along with **** I don't shake hands
I don't even do these songs with **** 'cause I hate them
I pull some shit out my pocket, make 'em say damn
I put a hundred on the chop and make 'em lay down
On my baby I done fell in love with the Dre sound
A hundred thousand sitting up in my PayPal
I was just in the slammer counting all my days down
All your bullshit bitch please don't start it
I threw two titties on the chop turn it to a barbie
I AP all my hoes don't do no carting
These **** acting hella strange having diddy barking
No bullshit, bitch, I'm that fuckin' ****
Let that **** look at me brazy, I'ma fuckin' kill 'em
All of these diamonds on me, fuck, I look like I was chillin'
I'm thumbin' through a million
Brody, I think these perky's fake 'cause I don't feel 'em
All of these hoes lying to me, ain't got no feelings
Been on the road, ain't had no sex in a cold minute
I got a problem, all I wanna do is smoke ****, for real
I need my chili, like I'm in Italy
Scrabbling the devil got me popping percs repeatedly
Blendy I been shitting on the bitches that mistreated me
He said he gon' shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me, don't get close
It's a thirty stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off for any **** that look at me mad
Why this bitch don't look like all the thousands of life she had
She callin' me daddy, bitch, do I look like I'm dad?
I just put a four in this Fanta, it rode exotic
Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I'm done with flockin'
Written by: Jekobe Holloway, Mathias LeiluaTuitasi
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