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Bait Car Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaey Kilo
Length: 2:33
Written by: Jordan Riggs




Jaey Kilo - Bait Car Lyrics
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Hit him in the head, then bring me his head nigga
When you catch him, don't stop shooting till he dead nigga
You wanna take a dirt nap, I make ya bed nigga
Kill a nigga 'bout my family, or bread nigga
I don't see these bitch niggas, like i'm Ray Charles
He listen to us and he think, "I really hate y'all"
We gon play it how you want, and we could play hard
Was car hopping, almost bagged up in a Bait Car
Hit him in the head, then bring me his head on a stick
I don't see the point in crying on the net, over a bitch
I don't see nothing but red, if you try to hit a lick
You won't seeing nothing but death, when I shoot you in your shit
Talking war well we ain't stressing, we got Army K's
Up in that Stoleo 12 won't run it, we got Army plates
I just want fellatio, she wanna fornicate
She like it when i'm choking her, she say "keep harming me"
She go to school I run the streets, we polar opposites
But when together vibe authentic we ain't narcissists
Ain't simple minded like the rest, we think of larger shit
She like the slower stroke, for she could feel the harder hit
Niggas question if i'm 'bout it, i'ma show em yeah
They talking 'bout me, and I barely even know em yeah
They showing pistols off, and i'ma really blow em yeah
I don't trust a soul, as far as I could throw em yeah
Hit him in the head, then bring me his head nigga
When you catch him, don't stop shooting till he dead nigga
You wanna take a dirt nap, I make ya bed nigga
Kill a nigga 'bout my family, or bread nigga
I don't see these bitch niggas, like i'm Ray Charles
He listen to us and he think, "I really hate y'all"
We gon play it how you want, and we could play hard
Was car hopping, almost bagged up in a Bait Car
My bitch crazy, man i feel like Kevin Federline
She want to be up in my life, but I can't let her in
Street soldier, f*ck that i'ma veteran
Cocina De Medellin, yeah it peddling
It took her longer to open my DM, then her legs
That's how it is these bitches f*cking, when you getting bread
When I was dead broke they treated me like i was dead
It's funny how i'm in her guts, while i'm on her head
It's funny how i'm in they mouth, but I ain't shit huh?
Its funny I just f*cked, but you was pussy whipped huh?
You think you hard, until the night that you get licked bruh
You think you killer, 'till the night that you get lit up
You think they got your back, until you feel the blade in
And you thought they loved you, from what they portraying
Mike would hit resorts, and trap it out the Days Inn
We was out here in the field, and you stayed in hoe
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Hit him in the head, then bring me his head nigga
When you catch him, don't stop shooting till he dead nigga
You wanna take a dirt nap, I make ya bed nigga
Kill a nigga 'bout my family, or bread nigga
I don't see these bitch niggas, like i'm Ray Charles
He listen to us and he think, "I really hate y'all"
We gon play it how you want, and we could play hard
Was car hopping, almost bagged up in a Bait Car
Hit him in the head, then bring me his head on a stick
I don't see the point in crying on the net, over a bitch
I don't see nothing but red, if you try to hit a lick
You won't seeing nothing but death, when I shoot you in your shit
Talking war well we ain't stressing, we got Army K's
Up in that Stoleo 12 won't run it, we got Army plates
I just want fellatio, she wanna fornicate
She like it when i'm choking her, she say "keep harming me"
She go to school I run the streets, we polar opposites
But when together vibe authentic we ain't narcissists
Ain't simple minded like the rest, we think of larger shit
She like the slower stroke, for she could feel the harder hit
Niggas question if i'm 'bout it, i'ma show em yeah
They talking 'bout me, and I barely even know em yeah
They showing pistols off, and i'ma really blow em yeah
I don't trust a soul, as far as I could throw em yeah
Hit him in the head, then bring me his head nigga
When you catch him, don't stop shooting till he dead nigga
You wanna take a dirt nap, I make ya bed nigga
Kill a nigga 'bout my family, or bread nigga
I don't see these bitch niggas, like i'm Ray Charles
He listen to us and he think, "I really hate y'all"
We gon play it how you want, and we could play hard
Was car hopping, almost bagged up in a Bait Car
My bitch crazy, man i feel like Kevin Federline
She want to be up in my life, but I can't let her in
Street soldier, f*ck that i'ma veteran
Cocina De Medellin, yeah it peddling
It took her longer to open my DM, then her legs
That's how it is these bitches f*cking, when you getting bread
When I was dead broke they treated me like i was dead
It's funny how i'm in her guts, while i'm on her head
It's funny how i'm in they mouth, but I ain't shit huh?
Its funny I just f*cked, but you was pussy whipped huh?
You think you hard, until the night that you get licked bruh
You think you killer, 'till the night that you get lit up
You think they got your back, until you feel the blade in
And you thought they loved you, from what they portraying
Mike would hit resorts, and trap it out the Days Inn
We was out here in the field, and you stayed in hoe
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Writer: Jordan Riggs
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