gangsta boo - kill bitches lyrics
[verse 1]
you ain’t my kind b-tch
you wanted me to do a threesome, you ain’t fine b-tch
i’m ridin’ slabin’ texas and i ain’t worried bout’ that bullsh-t that you hoes stressin’
these n-ggas know what’s up, they like the way i be k!llin’ these tracks, these n-ggas know i’m buck
i’m gonna stay the same, you gonna stay a lame, some sh-t ain’t gon’ never change
i know you talk about me, i know you want me broke as f-ck, i know
you b-tches out me
i’m gon’ get mine b-tch, don’t worry bout lil lola, i am doin’ fine b-tch
i’mma keep it real my n-gga, if i don’t like you, i don’t want you in my face my n-gga
i’m on some gangsta sh-t, if you on’t like it, you on’t have to f-ckin’ deal with
[hook]
i’m gon’ hurt one of you b-tches
mane that’s why i’m gone stay to myself
cause these b-tches mane, always wanna play
i’m gon’ hurt one of you b-tches
mane that’s why i’m gone stay to myself
cause these b-tches mane, always wanna play
it’s hard not to k!ll b-tches
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll b-tches
it’s hard not to k!ll b-tches
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll b-tches
so what’s a gangsta do?
[verse 2]
these candy diamond pill, you same hoes talkin’ sh-t been bumpin’ me for years
i’m comin’ for my money, if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout that then we ain’t talkin’ nothin’
you folks crazy, grab ya -ss game, now you suckas tryna play me mane
i swear, it’s hard not to k!ll you, fake -ss b-tches and fake -ss n-ggas
i’mma stay realer, high in la, fresh as f-ck, smokin’ k!lla
and i got my vodka, with money in my pocket ain’t nothin’ gonna stop her
still rockin’ with the projects, hair cutted n-ggas speak the bible, fat priest
still steppin’ on toes, i on’t want no friend, i on’t f-ck with these hoes
[hook]
i’m gon’ hurt one of you b-tches
mane that’s what i’m gone say to myself
cause these b-tches mane, always wanna play
i’m gon’ hurt one of you b-tches
mane that’s what i’m gone say to myself
cause these b-tches mane, always wanna play
it’s hard not to k!ll b-tches
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll b-tches
it’s hard not to k!ll b-tches
it’s like an everyday job not to k!ll b-tches
so what’s a gangsta do?
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