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PainKiller - nightmare Lyrics



PainKiller - nightmare Lyrics
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Ha ha
Yeah
I hit the kill-switch you better leave if you want to live
I hoop, but I got niggas in the field like NFL
The inside weighing down my coat, like I found it at the thrift
We do the dirty work, you on the side like Taylor Swift
We in the mix you can find us in the middle like a pit
I know that it ain't Christmas yet, but I got your bitch a gift
She start blowing out the candle, she ain't even make a wish
Man I thought that was your bitch but she with me? It all makes sense
Walk her like a dog took her to the park, she fetched the stick
All these boogers in my ear you would've thought that I was sick
Yeah, hit for hit, blick for blick I'm bugging off the rip
I'm on this side, just like a hip
You down bad in a ditch
I'm in the yard like a fence
I'm in her jaws, I'm official
I'm victorious, she tapping out somebody blow the whistle
Yeah I'm tired of her, she tied to me she tatted my initials
Grabbing on my drawers, we in the mall we shopping for essentials
I'm balling like I'm Pau Gasol you balling like you on the Pistons
Yeah, I need me an extension I'm dunking all these hoes so vicious
Deep in the water with the fishes
Can get you gone in an instant
Envision all y'all like infants
Not one of y'all got my interest
She passed around like Pinterest
I'm out of town in Texas
I met your bitch at the Westin, I served her sausage for breakfast
Foreign vibes in my section what you gon' do to impress me?
I'm out the hood, what's good? Outside the states with the Mexicans
Yeah this side ain't the best of me
Whipping shit like a recipe
Why you niggas keep testing me
I'ma go catch a felony
Off the wall, off that, care to me
Trapping successfully
Spend time, invest in me
What I want is my destiny
Send shots to the industry
Get out my vicinity
From the dirt like a centipede
I'm laying my enemies
Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk
Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt
Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust
Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk
Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt
Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust
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English

Ha ha
Yeah
I hit the kill-switch you better leave if you want to live
I hoop, but I got niggas in the field like NFL
The inside weighing down my coat, like I found it at the thrift
We do the dirty work, you on the side like Taylor Swift
We in the mix you can find us in the middle like a pit
I know that it ain't Christmas yet, but I got your bitch a gift
She start blowing out the candle, she ain't even make a wish
Man I thought that was your bitch but she with me? It all makes sense
Walk her like a dog took her to the park, she fetched the stick
All these boogers in my ear you would've thought that I was sick
Yeah, hit for hit, blick for blick I'm bugging off the rip
I'm on this side, just like a hip
You down bad in a ditch
I'm in the yard like a fence
I'm in her jaws, I'm official
I'm victorious, she tapping out somebody blow the whistle
Yeah I'm tired of her, she tied to me she tatted my initials
Grabbing on my drawers, we in the mall we shopping for essentials
I'm balling like I'm Pau Gasol you balling like you on the Pistons
Yeah, I need me an extension I'm dunking all these hoes so vicious
Deep in the water with the fishes
Can get you gone in an instant
Envision all y'all like infants
Not one of y'all got my interest
She passed around like Pinterest
I'm out of town in Texas
I met your bitch at the Westin, I served her sausage for breakfast
Foreign vibes in my section what you gon' do to impress me?
I'm out the hood, what's good? Outside the states with the Mexicans
Yeah this side ain't the best of me
Whipping shit like a recipe
Why you niggas keep testing me
I'ma go catch a felony
Off the wall, off that, care to me
Trapping successfully
Spend time, invest in me
What I want is my destiny
Send shots to the industry
Get out my vicinity
From the dirt like a centipede
I'm laying my enemies
Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk
Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt
Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust
Masked up hopping out that black truck, get in the trunk
Back up better not try your luck, we out late on a hunt
Racks stuffed I can't feel my pockets no more, they 'bout to bust
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Writer: Amani Lyles
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Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Amani Lyles
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