Death Lullaby

By Kin$eta

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Yeah..

Father'

Hope you're listening'

Yeah

Father '


[Verse 1]

I just wan go to that place'

That Place I call home'

I'm freeing my mind and my soul

Bitches I know

They switch up they rolls

They come and they go

They call on my phone

I hate telephones

Be blowing the dro

Gotta stay lit

1UP

I hate the lows

Used to hit on these hoes

Now I'm like fuck a hoe

Gotta get my mind right

Gotta leave em alone

Gotta find me a wife

Gotta keep pushing on

Gotta Keep my gun loaded

Cause niggas annoying

Gotta Keep touching bitches

My hands are anointed

You pointed the finger

At me

So pull triggers

You niggas

Got feelings like bitches

You bitches talk just like some niggas

Then wonder why single

You salt like Pringles

My voice in your ear

Like a jingle

Got like 3 hoes

My Nigga like cringle

Bad ass bitch wanna ride

Tell her hop her ass in

She can get inside

She ain't got time for a bitch ass nigga

Nigga We can shoot it out

I ain't fucking with cha

Pull up to your spot

Realign ya dental

Nigga, Dump slugs

Need the salt to kill ya

Pussy ass nigga

You a bitch Matilda

Tenseiga

On my back

Yeah that blade I'm wielding

Pull up on your bitch

With the dick out

Like a shock site

Bet my niggas hit the lick now

20 black bitches on a white couch

Segregate her head from her legs

Then her night gown

Penny pinching niggas needa pipe down

Black suit feeling like the bat now

Robin niggas Joker with the mac now

9 lives feeling like the cat now

Body slam a nigga like smackdown

Nigga I'm the shit

Laxatives won't back down

I won't stop til' the gas run out

In the whip, Hot box

Don't air it out

Bad bitch

On me

Nigga, she just want the clout

(Said, I ain't shit

Tell me sum I don't know, yeah x2)

Said she ain't sucking dick

So she gotta go, yeah

Sipping and falling

Deep to my demise

If you look in my eyes

You can see all the pain

Know a nigga ain't change

And I'm still in my lane

Niggas kicking they fake

And they Smile in my face

Nigga they hate

Pat on my back

Like my nigga do great

They just want me dead

And It's all in the face

I stay afloat

Cause they want me to sink

Praying to God leaning over the sink

I keep the strap

Cause these niggas don't think

If they come for me they better not blink

30 round

Keep it right under the seat

I keep the heat

You thinking it's sweet

It's really that deep

When you fucking with me

Find your location

Yu ducking from me

Pussy ass nigga you fucking with bee

Stay true to myself cause that's all that know

Yu fuck with my bros

Then yo ass gotta go

Kick ya front

Like yo ass isn't home

We Blowing the strong

Air you out like a bong

My niggas yo niggas

Whoever can get it

Aim shots at the fited

(Kla Kla Kla )