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jordan d. mitchell - spiteful lyrics

[hook]
b+tch, i’m feeling spiteful (b+tch!)
i might k!ll my rivals (d+mn!)
they dead on arrival
b+tch i’m feeling spiteful (b+tch!)
i might k!ll my rivals (d+mn!)
they dead on arrival
empty out the clip we ain’t equal b+tch (b+tch!)
chopper bring the sirens, yeah they lethal b+tch (b+tch!)
micheal myers with my vatos, we be slaying sh+t (d+mn!)
my blade is automatic, on that ai sh+t (b+tch!)

[verse 1]
you could be next on hit list (next on the hit list)
i got shawty wet, she gon leave kid (she gon leave kid)
i just made an egirl pay for d+ck (pay for d+ck!)
she brought all her friends i had to swim (they let me hit)
she cheating on her mans and i’m robbing him (i’m robbing him)
i’ma get these bands and never calll again (never call again)
she said i was the best i don’t acknowledge it (don’t acknowledge it)
she said i think love you, b+tch it’s common sense (it’s common sense)
please, please don’t aggravate me
please, please don’t try to fade me
please, please don’t try waste me
please, please pray before the choppa sing
[hook]
b+tch, i’m feeling spiteful (b+tch!)
i might k!ll my rivals (d+mn!)
they dead on arrival
b+tch i’m feeling spiteful (b+tch!)
i might k!ll my rivals (d+mn!)
they dead on arrival
empty out the clip we ain’t equal b+tch (b+tch!)
chopper bring the sirens, yeah they lethal b+tch (b+tch!)
micheal myers with my vatos, we be slaying sh+t (d+mn!)
my blade is automatic, on that ai sh+t (b+tch!)

[verse 2]
caught a n+gga slipping so we lowered city digits
ya mama thinking ya missing till she look outside kitchen
we don’t leave a witness, i did not commit this
catch yo name on paper then we know who the snitch is
black a1 for the funds hoe (b+tch)
pull up to yo crib at the front door (b+tch!)
12 be on my case 1984
if they k!ll my ass burn the city hoe (hoe!)
we don’t do liars, that’s a no no (that’s a no no)
f+cking up my vibe, that’s a no no (that’s a no no)
shawty dance on my stick, like a pogo (like a pogo)
shawty land on the stick for the promo (fro the promo)
choosing up on me that’s a no no (that’s a no no)
b+tches want the beef cook it slow hoe (cook it slow hoe)
f+ck the police that’s my motto (that’s my motto)
talk is h+lla cheap so don’t speak hoe (don’t speak hoe)
[outro]
tell me why you ran off
tell me why you never returned my calls
tell me why i p+ss you off so d+mn much
tell me why you never wanna make love
please give me a reason not to give up
please give me a reason not to lose trust
please give me a reason not to mess up
please give me a reason not to call her

- jordan d mitchell lyrics

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