A.R.M. - Anita Lyrics

Say hi guys, it's me
These thoughts jumpin' crazy through my mind, Anita
Like to stretch them legs, uh, ballerina
My pop a zan fly to Argentina, she Bonita

So f*ck me night and day, amnesia
Yes sir, that bitch she a diva
Jumper Print , she a cheetah
So you know I had to beat her f*ck Catalita

Bitch, we got Anita
Got the Swiss from Geneva, been my own believer
Skipped the whole procedure, rumors say that I'm a dealer
I admit to smokin' on that pack , shit stickier than peter

Heart, colder than a freezer
She the street sweeper, f*ck a man earer
When you say the name, it gotta be Anita
Steppin' off the beamer, lyin' on my name, misdemeanors

Rat me out, I take control, destined to be Caesar
Like, hein, but I'm a keeper to these creatures
Not speakin' bout bops, we talkin' bout Anita's
Drako undefeated, tip stay heated

Blessed her up still, got mistreated so I had to leave it
Now I count it up for the bitches named Anita
Anita, Anita, Anita
When I shoot my shot, bitch, I aim to kill

This ain't no drill, leave her drippy, gotta love the pill
When I shoot my shot, bitch, I aim to kill
This ain't no drill, I do it for the thrill
I felt zero guilt, I left Anita filled

Damn, the secret spilled, thought I'd leave it chill
When I took my shot, bitch, I aim to kill
Bitch, I aim to kill, said, bitch, I aim to kill
Bitch, I aim to kill, said, bitch, I aim to kill

Bitch, I aim to kill, said, bitch, I aim to kill
What the f*ck