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Azizi Gibson

Cruel Intentions

 

Cruel Intentions

(album: Backward Books 2 - 2018)


Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

Imma leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah yeah
Imma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in
You wanna make money, man that's so ironic
Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up
Get out the way or you're fucked
You're fake as hell and I've had enough
The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck

You can't just think that I'm gon' take your shit
We've been tied up, lied to, I ain't trying to hear no more of that shit
Man shut the hell up I've had a long ass day you don't put no food in this bitch
Always trying to find a night, real shit, I ain't slept in a year
Trying to stay cool but I always get made then I end up here
Shit, sometimes a nigga even end up in jail
Fucking with you I fell, my heaven on earth is just hell
But it's too late the ships have sailed
If it's time to die then farewell, see your asses in Hell

Imma leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah yeah
Imma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in
You wanna make money, man that's so ironic
Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up
Get out the way or you're fucked
You're fake as hell and I've had enough
The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck

I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me
The voice inside me is telling me to run
Would you're life be better if you people never met me?
Hope there's no guns since you think that I'm dumb
I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me
The voice inside me is telling me to run
Would you're life be better if you people never met me?
Hope there's no guns since you think that I'm dumb
I know you don't care 'cause you're looking right past me
The voice inside me is telling me to run
Would you're life be better if you people never met me?
Hope there's no guns since you think that I'm dumb

Imma leave it like that 'cause I ain't doing shit for a bitch again
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah yeah
Imma sit my ass back, ain't none of y'all putting work in
You wanna make money, man that's so ironic
Pass me the gun, I'm shooting up
Get out the way or you're fucked
You're fake as hell and I've had enough
The Reaper's here and I'm tired as fuck

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