Lyrics

Out for revenge (For revenge, yeah) We ain't friends Why you trying to pretend? It don't really make sense (It don't make sense, no) I don't wanna hear shit If you ain't talking bout' the pounds or the pence (Talking bout' the pounds bitch) Did some shit in my past I ain't proud but I've got no regrets (I've got no regrets nigga) Feel like Goldberg Hit 'em' with the spear then I ask who's next? Fuck all of these fake niggas Fake love They all really hate niggas It's fucked up (Fucked up) You can't even roll with us You're a dub (You're a dub) Hanging out with broke niggas You're a scrub (Just a scrub) Acting like a bitch nigga It's in your blood (It's in your blood) Hunting down your troupe like I'm Kurapika Tearing out your heart I feel like Killua (Killua) Sippin' on this blood I feel like Dracula (Aaahahahah) Bloodlust like Hisoka My baby a vampire I just call her Mona She can make the top pop off like corona Write it on my tombstone Nigga I'm a stoner (Stoner) Smoking on my ones I'm a loner (I'm a loner) Bloodlust like Hisoka (Like Hisoka) My baby a vampire I just call her mona She can make the top pop off like corona Out for revenge (For revenge, yeah) We ain't friends Why you trying to pretend? It don't really make sense (It don't make sense, no) I don't wanna hear shit If you ain't talking bout' the pounds or the pence (Talking bout' the pounds bitch) Did some shit in my past I ain't proud but I've got no regrets (I've got no regrets nigga) Feel like Goldberg Hit 'em' with the spear then I ask who's next?
Writer(s): Samuel Stevens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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