Rolling deep with the mob
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Bow
Ya heads I'm the Empress
Bitch, I'm ready to
Blow
Harder than the coke
That's stuck up these senators' nose
You ain't seen shit like me
Walking down the street all eyes on me
Energy harder than that bitch gravity
Yeah daddy you cute, but the pussy ain't free
Don't let this smile get you twisted
I'll still take your soul like the f*cking Grim Reaper
Once you've been in this, you'll miss me forever
Nothing is hotter, softer, and wetter
My pussy casts spells that make you lovesick
So please, don't jump in if you can't swim
Some kind of mix between future and alien
Political junkie meets video vixen
Baby girl at first glance and an old dirty wise man if you look again
Fighting for the people, for the cause, for the plan
Ain't no thing head to head with the f*cking Klan
Kill them with pussy
Or off with their heads
Secure the bag
And kill their men
Carry our riches
And free the land
We murkin them pigs
On foe nem
I'm the chaos of the storm
The one most hated and adorned
I'm a song of a siren
Goddes vibes like I'm Isis
Molding power like it's clay
My people eating in this game
Tomboi-ish with the work
That means I'm cute, but I still like dirt
Rolling deep with the mob
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Cunty MeMe - Final Kill Lyrics
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Rolling deep with the mob
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Bow
Ya heads I'm the Empress
Bitch, I'm ready to
Blow
Harder than the coke
That's stuck up these senators' nose
You ain't seen shit like me
Walking down the street all eyes on me
Energy harder than that bitch gravity
Yeah daddy you cute, but the pussy ain't free
Don't let this smile get you twisted
I'll still take your soul like the f*cking Grim Reaper
Once you've been in this, you'll miss me forever
Nothing is hotter, softer, and wetter
My pussy casts spells that make you lovesick
So please, don't jump in if you can't swim
Some kind of mix between future and alien
Political junkie meets video vixen
Baby girl at first glance and an old dirty wise man if you look again
Fighting for the people, for the cause, for the plan
Ain't no thing head to head with the f*cking Klan
Kill them with pussy
Or off with their heads
Secure the bag
And kill their men
Carry our riches
And free the land
We murkin them pigs
On foe nem
I'm the chaos of the storm
The one most hated and adorned
I'm a song of a siren
Goddes vibes like I'm Isis
Molding power like it's clay
My people eating in this game
Tomboi-ish with the work
That means I'm cute, but I still like dirt
Rolling deep with the mob
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Bow
Ya heads I'm the Empress
Bitch, I'm ready to
Blow
Harder than the coke
That's stuck up these senators' nose
You ain't seen shit like me
Walking down the street all eyes on me
Energy harder than that bitch gravity
Yeah daddy you cute, but the pussy ain't free
Don't let this smile get you twisted
I'll still take your soul like the f*cking Grim Reaper
Once you've been in this, you'll miss me forever
Nothing is hotter, softer, and wetter
My pussy casts spells that make you lovesick
So please, don't jump in if you can't swim
Some kind of mix between future and alien
Political junkie meets video vixen
Baby girl at first glance and an old dirty wise man if you look again
Fighting for the people, for the cause, for the plan
Ain't no thing head to head with the f*cking Klan
Kill them with pussy
Or off with their heads
Secure the bag
And kill their men
Carry our riches
And free the land
We murkin them pigs
On foe nem
I'm the chaos of the storm
The one most hated and adorned
I'm a song of a siren
Goddes vibes like I'm Isis
Molding power like it's clay
My people eating in this game
Tomboi-ish with the work
That means I'm cute, but I still like dirt
Rolling deep with the mob
Tatted-up looking fire
RBG in the cut
With Jamaican ting and she tryna f*ck
Keep it chill
To myself
Not a snitch, if I do
Pull the trigger
Shades on
Keep it cool
Tryna smoke and not think of you
Yo f*ck out my way
You moving funny bitch, and yo breath stank
Make my own money and make my own lane
Fire in my heart it grows every day
You think we playing? you think this a game
Ion f*ck with my pops, but he taught me 3 things
Get yo money up, and don't f*ck with fakes
Protect yo own fam whatever it takes
Writer: Emem Obot
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave