evIl⛧
Ayy, got a white girl, with me, doin' Coke, she know I'm winnin'
Rockin' all white like the Pope, you know she still sinnin'
Know I'm coolin' like a fan, you know she still chillin'
Rip a hole into her heart, you know she still feelin'
I can't love no hoe, I got no feelings
Now she swear she gonna kill me, better mind your business
Yeah, yeah, might just call her Penny, cause she less more than a nut
Shoot up in her stomach, she can feel it in her guts
Yeah, I'm outside the game, we just runnin', had enough
Runnin' up my bag, you can't bury me like Tut
Yeah, and I'm tweakin' and she already know I'm geekin'
Hit it on the weekend, I'm the type to leave her leakin'
Take my shirt off and now these hoes start breathin'
Swear that she a angel, but I know that she a demon
Yeah, yeah, baby, what you doin'?, Is you ridin'?
Ask me what we are, pull that flare, we start slidin'
I just need you, I don't need these hoes, I'm lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin
Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you dyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you-
(We love you Nyron!)
(Ay yo what the fuck?, Who turned the beat off?)
Ay, think my soul got lost in the lost and found
I was baitin' her, just call me, like I'm "LOSTNUNBOUND"
In the Burbs right now, she from downtown
I guess she blooded' up, I guess she goin' to pound town
Y'all can catch a line, or y'all can catch a sign
Gettin' it paid up on these tracks and that don't cost a dime
Ballin' like I'm Dame, check my time, check my time
But she treat me like I'm Bron, she is my sunshine
I'm just blowin' up a pack and sippin' on that wine
I don't need no hoes, y'all just cross the line
Crazy how I grew up, now I'm one nine
Can't be gone, blew it up, one of a kind
Pourin' that pint and then I sip it like a lime
Only time I lyin', is when I tell her that I'm fine
Yeah, baby, what you doin'? Is you ridin'?
Ask me what we are, pull that flare, I start slidin'
Yeah, I just need you, I don't need these hoes, I'm lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin'
Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin'
(Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin')
(She so evil, she the type to leave you dyin')
Rockin' all white like the Pope, you know she still sinnin'
Know I'm coolin' like a fan, you know she still chillin'
Rip a hole into her heart, you know she still feelin'
I can't love no hoe, I got no feelings
Now she swear she gonna kill me, better mind your business
Yeah, yeah, might just call her Penny, cause she less more than a nut
Shoot up in her stomach, she can feel it in her guts
Yeah, I'm outside the game, we just runnin', had enough
Runnin' up my bag, you can't bury me like Tut
Yeah, and I'm tweakin' and she already know I'm geekin'
Hit it on the weekend, I'm the type to leave her leakin'
Take my shirt off and now these hoes start breathin'
Swear that she a angel, but I know that she a demon
Yeah, yeah, baby, what you doin'?, Is you ridin'?
Ask me what we are, pull that flare, we start slidin'
I just need you, I don't need these hoes, I'm lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin
Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you dyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you-
(We love you Nyron!)
(Ay yo what the fuck?, Who turned the beat off?)
Ay, think my soul got lost in the lost and found
I was baitin' her, just call me, like I'm "LOSTNUNBOUND"
In the Burbs right now, she from downtown
I guess she blooded' up, I guess she goin' to pound town
Y'all can catch a line, or y'all can catch a sign
Gettin' it paid up on these tracks and that don't cost a dime
Ballin' like I'm Dame, check my time, check my time
But she treat me like I'm Bron, she is my sunshine
I'm just blowin' up a pack and sippin' on that wine
I don't need no hoes, y'all just cross the line
Crazy how I grew up, now I'm one nine
Can't be gone, blew it up, one of a kind
Pourin' that pint and then I sip it like a lime
Only time I lyin', is when I tell her that I'm fine
Yeah, baby, what you doin'? Is you ridin'?
Ask me what we are, pull that flare, I start slidin'
Yeah, I just need you, I don't need these hoes, I'm lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin'
Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin'
Yeah, she so evil, she the type to leave you cryin'
(Yeah, she so evil, I just wish that I was lyin')
(She so evil, she the type to leave you dyin')
Credits
Writer(s): Aaronton Bills
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.