How To Kill A Narcissist lyrics

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Van Buren Records


[Verse 1: SAINT LYOR]
Kick in that door in that b*tch
We had to let it be known
I'm at the top of the list
Got it on lock for sure
f*cking that b*tch in the mouth
Then I'ma send her back home
Used to be good as a child
I don't know where I went wrong
How can I call you a man
And I'm finding my name is steady in your mouth?
I was still being positive even when my bank account
Had a negative amount
I grew up sorry as f*ck, but I knew I would figure it out
Had to let go of doubt
180 Highland, I had to get out
Any occasion, they airin' it out
When I was young, I was shy and naive
Everything changed when I started to breathe
Shaking they hand with they tongue in they cheek
I don't believe anything that they say
How many egos did I kill today?
Can't even count it if I'm being honest
I have an addiction with money and power
I'm gon' f*ck on your boo
And you ain't do nothin' about it
Industry rule 4080
You know the rest, don't gotta say it
b*tch-ass n*ggas in suits, I hate 'em
If I could, I would replace 'em
Matter of fact, I would erase 'em
Hollow tips, they finna taste 'em
Sippin' on vodka, I don't got a chaser
And when I let off on ya, I'm good with the aimin'
[Chorus; SAINT LYOR]
I'm gon' kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
I'm gon' kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill (I'm gon')

[Verse 2: Luke Bar$]
Walk in the party, I came for the bucks
We gettin' money, but never enough
Walk with a chip and my hand on her butt
We can kill everything, put that everything
I was sixteen when I married the game
Got my knee in the dirt, I was sipping that dirt
And my man on a shirt, so I stay on alert
That's that paranoia from a Black n*gga
Bought a new whip all from rap, n*gga
Get the window tinted, they ain't seein' me
I was payin' lawyers off of royalties
I'm a good n*gga with a tainted heart
Kill these wack n*ggas, that's my train of thought
I'ma catch me a body
I ain't playin' with nobody
Lil' n*gga, please don't try me
Seen a lil' n*gga at the party
He was di*k banging
She was flip-floppy
I don't like nobody, want 'em all dead
I don't wanna shake your hand, b*tch
I don't wanna keep the peace, b*tch
I wanna bring the piece, b*tch
Let's make a scene, lil' b*tch
One shot make it clean, b*tch
[Chorus: Luke Bar$]
It's gon' kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
I'ma kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

[Verse 3: Invada]
sh*t I been on, b*tch, I can't feel my face
Everything I see you doin'
It look like a copy and you think you can't be replaced
Spin his block a couple times
Before we dip off, we gon' say, "Have a wonderful day"
I gotta keep this sh*t going and going until I got ten mil' stuffed in the safe
We celebrate like hip hip hooray
b*tch, I been leading the VB parade
This sh*t an army, we got the brigade
But we ain't even doin' that, you catchin' a fade
Told that lil' b*tch to get outta my face
I keep it one hundred, you minimum wage
sh*t could get taken from me any day
But I don't get fazed 'cause I used to take
I don't get fazed, cool under pressure
Feel like I'm Kobe, pass me the rock
Heard you was hating
I had my n*gga go pay a visit to you on your block
I ain't no Crip, but shout out to Nip
I took me a trip to the top of the top
This ain't no dance, when he get popped
Watch the pus*y n*gga lock and then drop
I'm gon' kill, kill, kill, kill
Hollow tip gon' make him feel
Cold steel, blood spill, n*gga really will
Look like Kill Bill, yellow suit, I do a drill, keep it real
Hope he left a f*ckin' will
Popped him like a Tesla pill
[Outro]
Damn, that man gone
Out in the street, they call it murder
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