snakepit
[Chorus: Sk8star]
Oh my God, this ho throw that shit back
It's murder she wrote—
Murder she wrote when I beat up that cat
I get a minute, tell her to relax
I bend her over, make her arch in that back
She get whatever she want, she know that
I got them racks ho, I got them thigh pads
Got them thigh pads
Thought it was up but I got on they ass
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
[Verse: Sk8star]
I got this Saint Laurent all on my pants
I get that pack when that motherfucker land
I'm with the matеs
We living great, we likе the Klan
I dodge all the hate
These n***as fake
I'm smoking on cake
I can't hit the brakes, I can't hit the brakes
These boys in the way
I'm slimy like snake, I'm slimy like snake
A thief in the night, a thief in the day
Fuck it, we take
I had to make a way
I keep up my pace
I play my cards and I got an Ace
I pull your card, these fuck n***as fake
[Verse: Diorvsyou]
Turn nun' to sum', now it's in they face
Hope you prayin' for me, please say your grace
Stay the same, why you still think I'm changing
And I remain—
Only thing changed is my ho's and my whip and my clothes, I'm the pimp, I change everything
And I know them lame n***as still hating on me, they gon' keep saying I changed on them
Then I changed on them
This bitch keep saying I changed on her
I keep changing up, she think I'm stuck in a phase or sum'
And yea bitch, I'm born from pain, got the pain tatted on my motherfuckin' wrist
We all sold ourselves for money, fame, yea bitch, yea I'm taking drugs, oh yeah
No, I can't take the call
No, I can't take the call, oh yeah
No, I can't break you off
I gotta' bring my dawgs, oh yeah
And I'm putting in my all
No, I can't do it all lil' baby
And n***as ain't real at all
If we in the motherfuckin' snake pit, I'ma snake him
[Chorus: Sk8star]
Oh my God, this ho throw that shit back
It's murder she wrote—
Murder she wrote when I beat up that cat
I get a minute, tell her to relax
I bend her over, make her arch in that back
She get whatever she want, she know that
I got them racks ho, I got them thigh pads
Got them thigh pads
Thought it was up but I got on they ass
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
Oh my God, this ho throw that shit back
It's murder she wrote—
Murder she wrote when I beat up that cat
I get a minute, tell her to relax
I bend her over, make her arch in that back
She get whatever she want, she know that
I got them racks ho, I got them thigh pads
Got them thigh pads
Thought it was up but I got on they ass
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
[Verse: Sk8star]
I got this Saint Laurent all on my pants
I get that pack when that motherfucker land
I'm with the matеs
We living great, we likе the Klan
I dodge all the hate
These n***as fake
I'm smoking on cake
I can't hit the brakes, I can't hit the brakes
These boys in the way
I'm slimy like snake, I'm slimy like snake
A thief in the night, a thief in the day
Fuck it, we take
I had to make a way
I keep up my pace
I play my cards and I got an Ace
I pull your card, these fuck n***as fake
[Verse: Diorvsyou]
Turn nun' to sum', now it's in they face
Hope you prayin' for me, please say your grace
Stay the same, why you still think I'm changing
And I remain—
Only thing changed is my ho's and my whip and my clothes, I'm the pimp, I change everything
And I know them lame n***as still hating on me, they gon' keep saying I changed on them
Then I changed on them
This bitch keep saying I changed on her
I keep changing up, she think I'm stuck in a phase or sum'
And yea bitch, I'm born from pain, got the pain tatted on my motherfuckin' wrist
We all sold ourselves for money, fame, yea bitch, yea I'm taking drugs, oh yeah
No, I can't take the call
No, I can't take the call, oh yeah
No, I can't break you off
I gotta' bring my dawgs, oh yeah
And I'm putting in my all
No, I can't do it all lil' baby
And n***as ain't real at all
If we in the motherfuckin' snake pit, I'ma snake him
[Chorus: Sk8star]
Oh my God, this ho throw that shit back
It's murder she wrote—
Murder she wrote when I beat up that cat
I get a minute, tell her to relax
I bend her over, make her arch in that back
She get whatever she want, she know that
I got them racks ho, I got them thigh pads
Got them thigh pads
Thought it was up but I got on they ass
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance
Look at my diamonds, them motherfuckers dance