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Love Kills Slowly

 

Love Kills Slowly


[Lil West:]
I just sit back and laugh at you niggas, man
We the leaders of this shit for real
You see Lovell, you know West running right behind him
Back to back flights to Shottawa, bitch

[Night Lovell:]
Ay, they can't find me walking, now they call me back
Ay, they can't find me talking, now they call me back at night
Bitching 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night
Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night

Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands

Brr, ay, peep the stance, bitch
Got my confidence when I took a sip
Throw your back in it, back up on my dick
Take my heart away, leave it at the bay
Used to call me trash, now they wrap me up
Now they dap me up, got me hubby'd up
Take you to my world, you can settle up
Call me daddy, fuck, I don't live for love

Ay, they can't find me walking, now they call me back
Ay, they can't find me talking, now they call me back at night
Bitching 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night
Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night

Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands

[Fat Nick:]
Bought my bitch some bloody shoes, bloody stacks, no Jimmy Choos
Loaded, sprayed, don't be scared to wave it
Chopper hold a 30 stick, gave a bitch some lazy dick
Chopsticks, chopsticks, running through this mop stick
Diamond wrist gon' freeze the pot, catch the bitch straight from the lot
All I drink is syrup, down some Percs, now let's go fuck shit up
Woah, all my diamonds got your ex-man froze, hit the road
I don't choose the Range or the Benz, I don't know

[Night Lovell:]
Ay, they can't find me walking, now they call me back
Ay, they can't find me talking, now they call me back at night
Bitching 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night
Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night

Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands
Bloody, bloody, bloody hands

done

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