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Banana
by K-Killa
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Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
I cannot sleep
I hit the beach and talk to God
Not sure she listen
Shout to Bre
He pushin P
He keep a pistol
Protected by the heater and them girls that play with crystals
So don't send no shots, we sending missiles
Quit the talkin, we dismiss you like a teacher
Hope it rings a bell
Send you boys to hell, won't wish you well
Won't even miss you
Niggas trippin'
Might just rip you like some tissue
Keep a balance for my mental
AJ sent the instrumental
Now I'm bleeding on the beat
(Bleed on the beat)
Just like a menstrual
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
These ain't songs
These bitches letters to my former self
On the edge of death, little life was left
Felt like final breaths
Crackin' eggs, I'm out my shell
I'm a bomb 'em, not Michelle
Share yo secrets, I won't tell
It's a sure thing, not Miguel
But now it's fuck you, burn in hell
Forget about you, might as well
Writing songs to quench my thirst
Writing songs, I put in work
I'm tryna get better, put me first
Can't trust these niggas, that's the worst
Stay true to self, not from the dirt
But I can't lie, ain't know my worth
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
I cannot sleep
I hit the beach and talk to God
Not sure she listen
Shout to Bre
He pushin P
He keep a pistol
Protected by the heater and them girls that play with crystals
So don't send no shots, we sending missiles
Quit the talkin, we dismiss you like a teacher
Hope it rings a bell
Send you boys to hell, won't wish you well
Won't even miss you
Niggas trippin'
Might just rip you like some tissue
Keep a balance for my mental
AJ sent the instrumental
Now I'm bleeding on the beat
(Bleed on the beat)
Just like a menstrual
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
Trust my intuition
For fruition
Snakes up in the grass
I hear em hissing
Swear that he my dawg
But he really isn't
Couple isms
On a mission
I ain't dissing
Switched positions
Cannot fuck with silly niggas
(Cannot fuck with silly niggas)
These ain't songs
These bitches letters to my former self
On the edge of death, little life was left
Felt like final breaths
Crackin' eggs, I'm out my shell
I'm a bomb 'em, not Michelle
Share yo secrets, I won't tell
It's a sure thing, not Miguel
But now it's fuck you, burn in hell
Forget about you, might as well
Writing songs to quench my thirst
Writing songs, I put in work
I'm tryna get better, put me first
Can't trust these niggas, that's the worst
Stay true to self, not from the dirt
But I can't lie, ain't know my worth