Lyrics:
(Get that bag, Getro)
(Ayy yo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
Fuck, marry, kill, I'm tryna do all
Florida baby, know that she bad 'cause she from Duval
Manipulate, preach, and lie (fire hollow points)
They puncture between my eyes (kill the fucking noise)
Nail your hands against your heart
Say a prayer for
I bought to kill intruders
Niggas act like bitches all they good for is some lies and rumors
Fuck all of them niggas who switched up on the kid,
You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You're from the '70s, but I'm a '90s bitch
I love it
I love it
I got this feeling
cryin' every single night
Day and night, on my mind, please don't kill the vibe
Oh no, I swear to God, I be in my mind
Swear I wanna die, yeah, when you
these chemicals
Dancing through my veins
They don't kill the cause
They just numb the pain
I need waking up
I should face the truth
I could calm
everything?" He asks
He says, "I'm sick, yeah, I'm sick of this"
So he kills his wife and he kills his kids
That's what he did, ayy
Be all you can be
the source
Feel wanted, feel numb, just stay as you are
The truth is - comfort kills, and you don't need that car
So sad, the early grave, when all the fun's
kill you
It makes you linger and it makes you wonder
Hell, for goodness sake
Do you ever get sleep?
If there's one thing I believe
If it doesn't kill
Love, it will get you nowhere
You're on your own
Lost in the wild
So come to me now
I could use someone like you
Someone who'll kill on my
dem controller
Anywhere mi dey mi want the girl dem come over
You're playing Russian roulette with loaded revolvers (baby o)
And if you kill yourself
me up
I betrayed us
But us don't give a fuck
Kill myself today
Kill it all away
Broken path I made
Please just stay away
I know I fucked up
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
You-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
Out of hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say
reds on steel, get caught I'm poppin', be a free kill
I'm takin' niggas' dreams, you chase 'em down, I feel like Meek Mill
They can tell you how that
somethin' else, you feel me? (Here we go)
Yeah, yeah, it's air Jordan on my flip-flops (woo)
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop (k-ch, blaow)
I
(uh-huh)
Doing blow and paraphrasing the crucible (witch)
If you fucking with the god, that's a funeral (kill 'em)
Lose your soul, I'm witcha longer than
We won't go quietly
It must be the end of apathy
We let go of the grip of our sanity
What would you, what would you kill for?
What would you, what
words, energy can neither be created or destroyed
Energy only transforms
We are thus forever and death is but a blink
So I ask why hurt? Why kill? Why
lie, I'll make you steal and kill
I'll make you crawl until your final thrill
Enjoy the ride, I'll plant my bitter seed
You'll kill yourself and I
with a ten
Know a nigga kill your ass for a band
Same nigga kill you prolly be your fan
He tried to creep up in a van
Five percent on the tint, turn
That I've never seen a mouth
That I would kill to kiss
And I'm terrified, but I can't resist
And I say
Beautiful stranger
Here you are in my arms
Triple X, Biggie, 'Pac, niggas kill rappers in cars
That was back in June, I missed out on a couple million
Gotta get back in tune, I wake up, work out,
tun up inna di place, so me glad seh me in yah
When good music a play, seh me glad seh mi in yah
Kill any sound, violate, seh dem a go get murda
hit it
People, people, stronger than this evil
Smashin' your power structure, melanin royal, regal
System designed to kill and not protect
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