(Uhh, ohhh, ahhhh)
I can't lie yeah, what you're doing is f*cked up
How you gonna literally chat to me for like
A whole month, yeah, and we've made plans on seeing each other in literally
In either December or January
And you know I'm trying my hardest to make sure that I actually can see you
And then you're just gonna up and block me and just not chat to me, or tell me shit
Like, what the f*ck is wrong with you?
And I've already told you how many issues I've got
I've already told you that I've got trust issu- trust issues and all that shit
And you're gonna go ahead, turn around and do that shit to me
What the f*ck do you think you're doing?
And you do-n't even want to explain yourself
(Yeah)
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride
It go brrtah, tah, yuh, making bodies drop (drop), uh
I been locked in, if I catch him, his whole body get popped-d
Yuh, this ain't f*cking dancing, no Pop & Lock, I put bullets in his gut
Yeah, I'm really f*cking dirty with my gun and with my cup
I been sippin' on Actavis, I love mud
I could never love a bitch, I do not trust (trust)
A loyal bitch is a diamond in the rough
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I just love my money
Go and count it up
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride (yeah-ha)
baine! - BOUT2KMIT HOMICIDE Lyrics
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(Uhh, ohhh, ahhhh)
I can't lie yeah, what you're doing is f*cked up
How you gonna literally chat to me for like
A whole month, yeah, and we've made plans on seeing each other in literally
In either December or January
And you know I'm trying my hardest to make sure that I actually can see you
And then you're just gonna up and block me and just not chat to me, or tell me shit
Like, what the f*ck is wrong with you?
And I've already told you how many issues I've got
I've already told you that I've got trust issu- trust issues and all that shit
And you're gonna go ahead, turn around and do that shit to me
What the f*ck do you think you're doing?
And you do-n't even want to explain yourself
(Yeah)
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride
It go brrtah, tah, yuh, making bodies drop (drop), uh
I been locked in, if I catch him, his whole body get popped-d
Yuh, this ain't f*cking dancing, no Pop & Lock, I put bullets in his gut
Yeah, I'm really f*cking dirty with my gun and with my cup
I been sippin' on Actavis, I love mud
I could never love a bitch, I do not trust (trust)
A loyal bitch is a diamond in the rough
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I just love my money
Go and count it up
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride (yeah-ha)
I can't lie yeah, what you're doing is f*cked up
How you gonna literally chat to me for like
A whole month, yeah, and we've made plans on seeing each other in literally
In either December or January
And you know I'm trying my hardest to make sure that I actually can see you
And then you're just gonna up and block me and just not chat to me, or tell me shit
Like, what the f*ck is wrong with you?
And I've already told you how many issues I've got
I've already told you that I've got trust issu- trust issues and all that shit
And you're gonna go ahead, turn around and do that shit to me
What the f*ck do you think you're doing?
And you do-n't even want to explain yourself
(Yeah)
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride
It go brrtah, tah, yuh, making bodies drop (drop), uh
I been locked in, if I catch him, his whole body get popped-d
Yuh, this ain't f*cking dancing, no Pop & Lock, I put bullets in his gut
Yeah, I'm really f*cking dirty with my gun and with my cup
I been sippin' on Actavis, I love mud
I could never love a bitch, I do not trust (trust)
A loyal bitch is a diamond in the rough
I don't give a f*ck, 'cause I just love my money
Go and count it up
(Huh) I put my whip in sport (mode), now they can't catch me (nah, nah)
You ain't hot up on my tail (hell no), 'cause I go 100 degrees (skrt-sk-r-t-t-t)
I remember I couldn't buy that drip, but now they send it for free
It's Halloween, I got on skeletons, (a-a-a-a) Alexander McQueen
Glock on my side, 'bout to commit homicide
The beam go "kamehameha", he 'boutta die
I got hella f*cking hoes, up in the whip and we gon' ride
I got hella f*cking hoes, up on my dick and they gon' ride (yeah-ha)
Writer: Mason Dallee
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