Azizi Gibson - Cruel Intentions lyrics

f** it, f** it, f** it, f** it Imma leave it like that ‘cause I ain’t doing sh** for a b**h again Been there, done that, f** it, yeah yeah Imma sit my a** back, ain’t none of y’all putting work in You wanna make money, man that’s so ironic Pa** me the gun, I’m shooting up Get out the way or you’re f**ed You’re fake as hell and I’ve had enough The Reaper’s here and I’m tired as f** You can’t just think that I’m gon’ take your sh** We’ve been tied up, lied to, I ain’t trying to hear no more of that sh** Man shut the hell up I’ve had a long a** day you don’t put no food in this b**h Always trying to find a night, real sh**, I ain’t slept in a year Trying to stay cool but I always get mad then I end up here sh**, sometimes a n***a even end up in jail f**ing 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 a**es in Hell Imma leave it like that ‘cause I ain’t doing sh** for a b**h again Been there, done that, f** it, yeah yeah Imma sit my a** back, ain’t none of y’all putting work in You wanna make money, man that’s so ironic Pa** me the gun, I’m shooting up Get out the way or you’re f**ed You’re fake as hell and I’ve had enough The Reaper’s here and I’m tired as f** 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 sh** for a b**h again Been there, done that, f** it, yeah yeah Imma sit my a** back, ain’t none of y’all putting work in Pa** me the gun, I’m shooting up Get out the way or you’re f**ed You’re fake as hell and I’ve had enough The Reaper’s here and I’m tired as f**