Azizi Gibson - Cruel Intentions (2018)

Azizi Gibson - Cruel Intentions

Intro:
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

Chorus:
I'ma leave it like that ‘cause I ain’t doin' shit for a bitch again
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah, yeah
I'ma sit my ass back, ain’t none of y’all puttin' 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

Verse:
You can’t just think that I’m gon’ take your shit
We’ve been tied up, lied to
Ain't even tryna hear no more of that shit
Man, shut the hell up, had a long ass day
You don’t put no food in this bitch
Always tryna fight at night, real shit, I ain’t slept in a year
Tryna stay cool but I always get mad then I end up here
Shit, sometimes a nigga even end up in jail
Fuckin' with you, I fell
My Heaven on Earth's just hell
But it's too late, the ships have sailed
If it’s time to die then farewell, see your asses in Hell

Chorus:
I'ma leave it like that ‘cause I ain’t doin' shit for a bitch again
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah, yeah
I'ma sit my ass back, ain’t none of y’all puttin' 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

Bridge:
I know you don’t care ‘cause you’re looking right past me
The voice inside me is telling me to run
Would your life be better if your 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 your life be better if your people never met me?
Hope there’s no guns since you think that I’m dumb

Chorus:
(I know you don’t care ‘cause you’re looking right past me)
I'ma leave it like that ‘cause I ain’t doin' shit for a bitch again
(The voice inside me is telling me to run)
Been there, done that, fuck it, yeah, yeah
(Would your life be better if your people never met me?)
I'ma sit my ass back, ain’t none of y’all puttin' work in
(Hope there’s no guns since you think that I’m dumb)
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