Lyrics:
spend money
I promise on my honor
Take you to the motherland
Like the sun or the moon
She be one man lover
One pain killer
One man stopper
She be dope
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Hey baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em but don't tell 'em
The funeral for a killer, down to ride till he dies
With his finger on the trigger
And this is for the realest dude I’ve ever known
I’m never writing you
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores
Looking for some work to do
And the Statue of Liberty waved him by
As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill
and who's in the house
Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth
What you think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid!
East coast killer, West coast
the guts out but to become a serial killer without a doubt all you need is about
Chorus
3rd Verse
The third was a rabbi walking by I hit him with a blade
like coup Deville
Lucy get loose on the goose for real
Five dollars get your ass a table dance
If you got 10 then bring a friend
Ho shake your ass
Watching them fall one by one, they fight
Did you think you'll love me too?
Baby, I'm a sociopath
Sweet serial killer
On the warpath
'Cause I love you
Watch your mouth, bitch boy, no misstep
Dirty south killers, hear you talking, you don't want it
Lame, loose-lipped pussy needs your holster
Got
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that grass up in they chest
Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfucking budda bless
Bud smoke is
Made it this far
it's by Gods grace
If I tell you bout my gang life
It ain't no cap
I was born in the wild
Where them killers at
I be on the same
'Cause they told me you are a killer, a killer
And I've got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
Is if I am a killer
They told me you are
feelings)
You say you stayin' (you say you stayin)
See, ho, you trippin' (see, bitch, you trippin')
See, I'm a killer (see, I'm a killer)
But I got
'Cause they told me you were a killer
A killer and I've got no doubt that the
Only way out of this thriller
Is if I am a killer
They told me you were
the fruit that's forbidden
The sickness
You go chew penicillin
Chale the way the song dey go ebe like Atilla part two
These muhfuckas still in awe
But I'm
pull us over
I don't want no problems 'cause of me"
Real nigga, will spill you
But his heart was way bigger
Ironic, nicest niggas I knew was real killers
Ayy, bitch, I heard that shit you said to
Scary ass bitch, ayy
(DeeMarc got the heat)
Yeah, killers'll ride
Killers outside
I told 'em slide
niggas
I pressed the button on them niggas
I run it up on them niggas
All of my niggas gorillas
Surrounded by nothin’ but killers (yeah)
I could react,
"You're a fuckin' snob
I've been standing around and observing you all night
With your dyed black hair
You think you're too cool for school, don't you
hustle with that pack
Trynna make that shit back
You said you lost me
I'm surrounded by these niggas
And surrounded by these killers said you lost me
man, I’m a primetime thriller
Hard hitter, you don’t understand
I’m a cold killer
I’ve been blind by the setting sun
I’ve been cursed by the ones
like coup Deville
Lucy get loose on the Goose for real
Five dollars get your ass a table dance
If you got 10 then bring a friend
Ho shake your ass
to my sorrow
To release the song in time
And I hate myself for that, cause
I wanted to give you a birthday present so badly
In 2023 you’ll be left
Without
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