Ruthless
Uh
Yuh
You ready
Konnie with a K
K
Got a little crazy in my mind
'Cause I been thinking 'bout how
All the boys really be tryin
Send pics so our love won't die out
And they never stop they're vyin
Tryna catch me if they can
Cuff me down and be my man
I don't fuck with that
'Specially when you lacking
I know what you're hiding
Closet full of skeletons
Worst of em your wife and your kid
Made your bed and now you lay in it
I ain't fucking playing this
Makeshift game of tennis
Ain't no love
Ain't no match
I'm the coach you dead last
He can't ace a set with me
He don't even have a team
On the bench with the losers
I walk away with a deuce up
Claiming that justice is served
Kicking him out to the curb
Yuh
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
He think of me in the morning
When his tree be growin
Sew seeds in my garden
Man that shit ain't flowerin
Yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah and you own it
Look at how it flows
In one direction I suppose
Uh
Roses are red and diamonds are blue
He cheating with me and not thinking bout you
Frankly I feel like he got the ocean
But got lost up in the motion
Look at me now lil' baby
Thought I was a child I'm a lady
Got power like Khaleesi
Down on your knees yeah
Can't take the heat that's breezy
Bitches be mad that's old news
Most of them I don't really talk to
Look in my eyes
Come take a dive
Think you'll make it out alive
We drink
We dance
Till We drop
Hocus pocus
I wrote this
Yuh
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list
Uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list
Uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
Man, I don't even know why the fuck I scratched that motherfucker anyway
Guess I just wanted that bitch to know that I was there
Yeah
Yuh
You ready
Konnie with a K
K
Got a little crazy in my mind
'Cause I been thinking 'bout how
All the boys really be tryin
Send pics so our love won't die out
And they never stop they're vyin
Tryna catch me if they can
Cuff me down and be my man
I don't fuck with that
'Specially when you lacking
I know what you're hiding
Closet full of skeletons
Worst of em your wife and your kid
Made your bed and now you lay in it
I ain't fucking playing this
Makeshift game of tennis
Ain't no love
Ain't no match
I'm the coach you dead last
He can't ace a set with me
He don't even have a team
On the bench with the losers
I walk away with a deuce up
Claiming that justice is served
Kicking him out to the curb
Yuh
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
He think of me in the morning
When his tree be growin
Sew seeds in my garden
Man that shit ain't flowerin
Yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah and you own it
Look at how it flows
In one direction I suppose
Uh
Roses are red and diamonds are blue
He cheating with me and not thinking bout you
Frankly I feel like he got the ocean
But got lost up in the motion
Look at me now lil' baby
Thought I was a child I'm a lady
Got power like Khaleesi
Down on your knees yeah
Can't take the heat that's breezy
Bitches be mad that's old news
Most of them I don't really talk to
Look in my eyes
Come take a dive
Think you'll make it out alive
We drink
We dance
Till We drop
Hocus pocus
I wrote this
Yuh
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list
Uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
Fucking ruthless
How the fuck I do this
All in my grill
Y'all need to chill
Else you're next up on my hit list
Uh
Fucking ruthless
Tell you what the truth is
No holding back
Coating is whack
Face to face put you on blast
Bitch
Man, I don't even know why the fuck I scratched that motherfucker anyway
Guess I just wanted that bitch to know that I was there
Yeah
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