Cruel Intentions - Azizi Gibson

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