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Vicious Vampira - LUST FOR MURDA lyrics

Artist: Vicious Vampira

album: LUST FOR MURDA


When I pull up, they drop dead
Wild West Shawty put a bullet straight through ya head
Don't cross me bitch 'cause you ain't getting saved
You better pray ya make it to heavens gate
Let the guillotine drop on all the opps
Chop, chop, chop, off with your head
Yeah I met my mark and you about to meet ya maker hoe
I'm gonna drag ya down to the depths six feet below
Jealous ass hoe sendin your evil eye
God damn you lookin fuckin tired
Imma scalp that bitch, blow her whole wig back
I love it when you die slow
You're so pretty when you cry
These basic ass hoes ain't in the same league
You can never find another like me
I'm on a higher level
That's why you can't fuck with me
We not even on the same frequency
I'm his main squeeze, He love it when I tease
Biting on his neck whenever I please
You such a lil pick me bitch
Got her cryin on her knees
Lookin so thirsty, Come drown in my misery
You all bark and no bite
Cant stand a chance
Divinely protected, You aint touching me
Everything that you say comes back times three
You really don't want no smoke
But give me the signal and imma fucking blow
Steady talking shit, why you always wanna holla?
I've been steady goin up so I'm really unbothered
Prayed on my downfall, Oh, you fell for the trick
Dug your own grave, now go lie in it
Gonna have ya momma crying at your funeral
Bust ya face wide open leave the casket closed
Why the fuck you think this was a game
I'm the empress serving you a death card mane
I bring the thunder to the underground
Fill the clip up and shoot a hunnid rounds
You muthafuckas better just count your days
I got the lust for that murda murda
Triple sevens whenever I'm stepping
It's your lucky day to fucking die
Yeah he gonna spend that cash
Dropped seven bands on my Louis bag
Make him think he fall in love when I throw this ass back
If imma raise hell imma make it look sexy
Ain't shit funny round here I wanna hear your head smash on the curb
Now you now Lookin real pressed
'Cause it's was Vampira you didn't expect to come up next
For all I care, you can meet your end
Ain't worth my time, No weight on my chest
Not tryna be that bitch or care who's next
When I look in the mirror, all I see is the best
The only thing you gonna be spitting
Is your bloody broken teeth on the cold concrete
Life's a gamble so roll the dice, take the chance for your fuckin life
Turned draculas castle into my trap house
You playa hating, but that aint my fault
Steady counting paper, we ain't ever runnin out
Diamonds dripping on me, you stay in a drought
They all was hating now they follow the leader
Riding dick so much, y'all needa take a breather
My words hitting like a loaded shotgun
Now watch me blow ya fucking mind
My words hitting like a loaded shotgun
Now watch me blow ya fucking mind
My words hitting like a loaded shotgun
Now watch me blow ya fucking mind

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