Misery Mob
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Bitch I'm kickin in the door
Heard they speakin on me
I ain't ever heard of them before
Got some crown in my cup
I don't give a fuck
Why these lame ass bitches
Always gotta do the most
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
I'm a bad bitch
One of one just like my clothes
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Puffin big exotic
You can't handle my smoke
Cut the lights off
Imma get the candles lit
They wanna start some beef
So I stir the pot with them all in it
Everybody want me to serve some drama
Like they was crack fiends
Speakin on my name
Really gonna cause a scene
I hope you really down to die about it
Oh I pity thee
Karma sees everything
Feel my soul awakening
Stay the fuck away from me
I don't need new friends
Everybody was doubting me
Now they tryna shake hands
Sick of you pussy boys
Steady running yo lips
If you really got a problem
Line yo bitch up then
Beatin down a hoe
Mosh pit at the shows
Versace lenses on my eyes
And I'm still not seein you hoes
Good weed, spark it up
I'm already feelin high
Broke boys in my comments
Hit em with the quick block
When im sliding down your block
The whole city finna pop out
Could give a fuck bout a hater
All my bitches love me
All my homegirls down to ride
And we slidin on em
Six shots to your head
Get to poppin on em
Imma turn my city up
Ain't no way im muthafuckin stoppin
Misery Mob bumping in your bitch top 10
Bitch I'm kickin in the door
Heard they speakin on me
I ain't ever heard of them before
Got some crown in my cup
I don't give a fuck
Why these lame ass bitches
Always gotta do the most
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
I'm a bad bitch
One of one just like my clothes
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Vamp ain't got love for no hoe
Puffin big exotic
You can't handle my smoke
Cut the lights off
Imma get the candles lit
They wanna start some beef
So I stir the pot with them all in it
Everybody want me to serve some drama
Like they was crack fiends
Speakin on my name
Really gonna cause a scene
I hope you really down to die about it
Oh I pity thee
Karma sees everything
Feel my soul awakening
Stay the fuck away from me
I don't need new friends
Everybody was doubting me
Now they tryna shake hands
Sick of you pussy boys
Steady running yo lips
If you really got a problem
Line yo bitch up then
Beatin down a hoe
Mosh pit at the shows
Versace lenses on my eyes
And I'm still not seein you hoes
Good weed, spark it up
I'm already feelin high
Broke boys in my comments
Hit em with the quick block
When im sliding down your block
The whole city finna pop out
Could give a fuck bout a hater
All my bitches love me
All my homegirls down to ride
And we slidin on em
Six shots to your head
Get to poppin on em
Imma turn my city up
Ain't no way im muthafuckin stoppin
Misery Mob bumping in your bitch top 10
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Writer(s): Vicious Vampira
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