Kill Again
If we took it all back would we still be here alone
You could call it what you want but that house was not a home
Ever since I left you say I did you wrong
But we can check the facts cuz I got that
Let me tell you how it really is
Ever since the split I wanna kill again
Girl you did something to my adrenaline
Need a sedative, no epinephrine, know I been
Riding with them beats too loud, till I'm deaf again
I ain't scared of shit, squeeze the grip, what I'm up against
All we make is hits, no assist, make a hater trip
That's yo new nigga? He a bitch, he can eat a dick
Lately I been selfish and bitches they will too
Riding with my niggas and music been my boo
Know you gotta do what you do if that's yo truth
Just glad them seeds I planted ain't sprout inside you cuz
Imma be that nigga five years from
We could still disagree on how this shit went down
You see my heart keeps it a gun on the hip
Bussin right off the rip, case a bitch wanna trip, hey
Let me tell you how it really is
Ever since the split I wanna kill again
Girl you did something to my adrenaline
Need a sedative, no epinephrine, know I been
Riding with them beats too loud, till I'm deaf again
I ain't scared of shit, squeeze the grip, what I'm up against
All we make is hits, no assist, make a hater trip
That's yo new nigga? He a bitch, tell him suck my dick
I say it I'll say it again...
I'm sayin...
You released the Tiger now I'm back on my bully shit
You could call it what you want but that house was not a home
Ever since I left you say I did you wrong
But we can check the facts cuz I got that
Let me tell you how it really is
Ever since the split I wanna kill again
Girl you did something to my adrenaline
Need a sedative, no epinephrine, know I been
Riding with them beats too loud, till I'm deaf again
I ain't scared of shit, squeeze the grip, what I'm up against
All we make is hits, no assist, make a hater trip
That's yo new nigga? He a bitch, he can eat a dick
Lately I been selfish and bitches they will too
Riding with my niggas and music been my boo
Know you gotta do what you do if that's yo truth
Just glad them seeds I planted ain't sprout inside you cuz
Imma be that nigga five years from
We could still disagree on how this shit went down
You see my heart keeps it a gun on the hip
Bussin right off the rip, case a bitch wanna trip, hey
Let me tell you how it really is
Ever since the split I wanna kill again
Girl you did something to my adrenaline
Need a sedative, no epinephrine, know I been
Riding with them beats too loud, till I'm deaf again
I ain't scared of shit, squeeze the grip, what I'm up against
All we make is hits, no assist, make a hater trip
That's yo new nigga? He a bitch, tell him suck my dick
I say it I'll say it again...
I'm sayin...
You released the Tiger now I'm back on my bully shit
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Writer(s): Lyndon Foster
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