LSDXOXO - Black Widow lyrics
[LSDXOXO - Black Widow lyrics]
Bby fuckin
Mutha nigga
Labels on my luggage bae for breakfast
Nigga naked steady textin all his exes LOL
Flat the tires, BbyMutha goin shoppin
Leave the lipstick on his coffin, Ruby Woo
Will woo a bitch up out
Them Vickies if she nasty 5 for 25
She got options if you ask me
Skittles in my weave
Poppin skittles like Aleve i'm a leave
Cop me somethin that'll vibrate
Ring finger, middle finger, trigger finger
Itchin cause I'm bitchin
PMS-in cause you messin
Fuckin round and disrespectin
Fuck a union, where my Wesson i'm a blast it
Clorox on your colors scratches on your whip
Sugar in your tank money in the bank
Put you in the ground rest in peace
Hello operator
I think I just killed my husband
Bullet to the temple, blood is everywhere
You can find me in our bedroom
With the bitch, with the ho, with the slut
He was creepin, he was cheatin with
Rest in peace
Thru sickness and in health
Til death do us part no key, push to start
Broken condom, broken heart
Put a hole in you put an extra hole in her
Holy matrimony, extra phoney
Wifey sick of the bologna
So I'm comin at your neck
For life insurance checks
The dick sick, that slow drip
U burnin and You clappin, hella noise
I should fuck your homeboys, but they broke
Bought a notebook
And a bullet and murder was all she wrote
Rest in peace
-911 What's your emergency?
-Hello? Operator? I think I
Just killed my husband
Uh, his mistress is tied up in the closet
And when you get here
I probably won't be here either
Mutha nigga
Labels on my luggage bae for breakfast
Nigga naked steady textin all his exes LOL
Flat the tires, BbyMutha goin shoppin
Leave the lipstick on his coffin, Ruby Woo
Will woo a bitch up out
Them Vickies if she nasty 5 for 25
She got options if you ask me
Skittles in my weave
Poppin skittles like Aleve i'm a leave
Cop me somethin that'll vibrate
Ring finger, middle finger, trigger finger
Itchin cause I'm bitchin
PMS-in cause you messin
Fuckin round and disrespectin
Fuck a union, where my Wesson i'm a blast it
Clorox on your colors scratches on your whip
Sugar in your tank money in the bank
Put you in the ground rest in peace
Hello operator
I think I just killed my husband
Bullet to the temple, blood is everywhere
You can find me in our bedroom
With the bitch, with the ho, with the slut
He was creepin, he was cheatin with
Rest in peace
Thru sickness and in health
Til death do us part no key, push to start
Broken condom, broken heart
Put a hole in you put an extra hole in her
Holy matrimony, extra phoney
Wifey sick of the bologna
So I'm comin at your neck
For life insurance checks
The dick sick, that slow drip
U burnin and You clappin, hella noise
I should fuck your homeboys, but they broke
Bought a notebook
And a bullet and murder was all she wrote
Rest in peace
-911 What's your emergency?
-Hello? Operator? I think I
Just killed my husband
Uh, his mistress is tied up in the closet
And when you get here
I probably won't be here either