Evil lyrics

by

Eric Reprid


[Hook]
Baby
This liquor got me stuck up in my feelin's (Huh)
Okay
I’m gon' make that pus*y pay for leavin'
Okay
Even if I gotta turn real evil (Huh)
I’m gon' make you f*ckin' feel it

f*ck your mom and f*ck your grandma
Both of those hoes should've never had ya
Big red bills I look like Santa
I pull up on that b*tch with no f*ckin' manners oh yeah
Throwin' dirt up on my name and now it's filthy
Treatin' me like I’m Lil’ Tory and I'm guilty
From the V where sh*t be gettin’ real chilly
And I'm prayin' all this Henny don't kill me

[Verse]
(Yuh)
Did me wrong so I’m countin' up the cash by my lonely lil' baby
Eleven for an hour's what them pus*y's used to pay me
You a low life gettin' high on the daily
Sippin' Wild Turkey shorty thick like some gravy
You know Riddy finna hit that latеr
(Huh)
pus*y be actin up thinkin' that he be on Broadway
Pray I don't pull up and push his sh*t back right in broad day
Puttin' 20 holеs inside my walls I'm movin' far away
Look at all them lies, he talkin' right up out his prostate
I upgraded the Visa
Next time I see ya
I got amnesia
Yeah
Keep on numbin' that pain
Good weed and some pizza is good anesthesia yeah
Oh, Okay
Even if I gotta be evil like Frieza
[Hook]
Baby
This liquor got me stuck up in my feelin's (Huh)
Okay
I'm gon' make that pus*y pay for leavin'
Okay
Even if I gotta turn real evil (Huh)
I'm gon' make you f*ckin' feel it

f*ck your mom and f*ck your grandma
Both of those hoes should've never had ya
Big red bills I look like Santa
I pull up on that b*tch with no f*ckin' manners oh yeah
Throwin' dirt up on my name and now it's filthy
Treatin' me like I'm Lil' Tory and I'm guilty
From the V where sh*t be gettin' real chilly
And I'm prayin' all this Henny don't kill me
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