kill bill vol.2

Stuck up in the mixes
All the way, you just got misses
I done fed my throat a necklace
Couple bitches for my breakfast
She be needin' head rest
Talkin' all bout being my missus
She was never single
I was fit for her description

Took a swing at your mans chest
Whole place sealed up by the feds
You're the only eye witness
Then they took you to their lair
And they taped your fuckin chest
Gave some safety, gave some cash
Told u go and fetch my head
Find a man who had been dead

Now I see the bitch in you
Lit your house up with my crew
Killin' everything that moves
Baby I got no virtue
Lately I've been feelin' new
Look mom I just made the news
Don't cry, I just slayed a tool
And helped the world remove a fool

Play the villain bitch, feelin' like I'm Trae Young
Keep the balance sane, so we have the good months
Wind your story up, have to blow your back out
I ain't Suge, menace fore my money ran up



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