If they say relationships make you rich
That means I'm Malone with no Stockton
All these bitches resisting real shit like they got Ohms in they pockets
I don't hold on to old shit
I wash my hands if I touch it
These bitches think I'm too much
Let me tell you what too much is
No shade from the Sun
It's Shade from a Ho
These does see green and can't stay in anymore
Face for a face
Strange to the taste
But ain't nothing finna stop a ho taking the place of a good girl
All these hoes imitating the good girls
Stop playin go on go where you should girl
Take that shit back to the hood cause a real nigga tired of dealing with the fakes all day
All this drama cause a bitch got drive but a bitch can't stay in her lane
ALL this drama cause a bitch starting fires but the bitch can't handle her flames
Damn
I guess that this is about
Accountability and how ALL of y'all be lacking it
Y'all don't wanna bleed out
But y'all freakies be stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
The action is packed and the fact is you're bleeding
You're bleeding
All over the place breh
Clean yourself off
...the f*ck
These hoes ain't woke
But they like to think so
These hoes are often cold
But they hate me being cold
I hope these bitches freeze
With they hands on they knees
Hands on they knees
Show a couple bands
Make 'em dance for a fee
Franklin makes them answer to me
Bitch pop lips like Angie Jolie
I ain't mad at the bees
I'm sad about the buzz
Frank's been dead and they don't know who he was
Brain dead bets on the met just because
And f*ck boy cucks getting stuck cause these hoes are savage
Messy but bourgeoisie and hazardous
You ain't no star your an asterisk
Gov'y gets mad at my ass for this
They tried to cap me but can't because
Bitch I come back like I'm Lazarus
Yuh
Like I'm Lazarus.
Damn
Lazarus
I always saw it but y'all ain't imaginative
I'm glad that this isn't the final result of your actions
Cause then I'd be mad at ya, bitch
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
That phony shit
Make me spit that
Siamani - L A Z A R U S Lyrics
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If they say relationships make you rich
That means I'm Malone with no Stockton
All these bitches resisting real shit like they got Ohms in they pockets
I don't hold on to old shit
I wash my hands if I touch it
These bitches think I'm too much
Let me tell you what too much is
No shade from the Sun
It's Shade from a Ho
These does see green and can't stay in anymore
Face for a face
Strange to the taste
But ain't nothing finna stop a ho taking the place of a good girl
All these hoes imitating the good girls
Stop playin go on go where you should girl
Take that shit back to the hood cause a real nigga tired of dealing with the fakes all day
All this drama cause a bitch got drive but a bitch can't stay in her lane
ALL this drama cause a bitch starting fires but the bitch can't handle her flames
Damn
I guess that this is about
Accountability and how ALL of y'all be lacking it
Y'all don't wanna bleed out
But y'all freakies be stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
The action is packed and the fact is you're bleeding
You're bleeding
All over the place breh
Clean yourself off
...the f*ck
These hoes ain't woke
But they like to think so
These hoes are often cold
But they hate me being cold
I hope these bitches freeze
With they hands on they knees
Hands on they knees
Show a couple bands
Make 'em dance for a fee
Franklin makes them answer to me
Bitch pop lips like Angie Jolie
I ain't mad at the bees
I'm sad about the buzz
Frank's been dead and they don't know who he was
Brain dead bets on the met just because
And f*ck boy cucks getting stuck cause these hoes are savage
Messy but bourgeoisie and hazardous
You ain't no star your an asterisk
Gov'y gets mad at my ass for this
They tried to cap me but can't because
Bitch I come back like I'm Lazarus
Yuh
Like I'm Lazarus.
Damn
Lazarus
I always saw it but y'all ain't imaginative
I'm glad that this isn't the final result of your actions
Cause then I'd be mad at ya, bitch
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
That phony shit
Make me spit that
That means I'm Malone with no Stockton
All these bitches resisting real shit like they got Ohms in they pockets
I don't hold on to old shit
I wash my hands if I touch it
These bitches think I'm too much
Let me tell you what too much is
No shade from the Sun
It's Shade from a Ho
These does see green and can't stay in anymore
Face for a face
Strange to the taste
But ain't nothing finna stop a ho taking the place of a good girl
All these hoes imitating the good girls
Stop playin go on go where you should girl
Take that shit back to the hood cause a real nigga tired of dealing with the fakes all day
All this drama cause a bitch got drive but a bitch can't stay in her lane
ALL this drama cause a bitch starting fires but the bitch can't handle her flames
Damn
I guess that this is about
Accountability and how ALL of y'all be lacking it
Y'all don't wanna bleed out
But y'all freakies be stabbing and stabbing and stabbing
The action is packed and the fact is you're bleeding
You're bleeding
All over the place breh
Clean yourself off
...the f*ck
These hoes ain't woke
But they like to think so
These hoes are often cold
But they hate me being cold
I hope these bitches freeze
With they hands on they knees
Hands on they knees
Show a couple bands
Make 'em dance for a fee
Franklin makes them answer to me
Bitch pop lips like Angie Jolie
I ain't mad at the bees
I'm sad about the buzz
Frank's been dead and they don't know who he was
Brain dead bets on the met just because
And f*ck boy cucks getting stuck cause these hoes are savage
Messy but bourgeoisie and hazardous
You ain't no star your an asterisk
Gov'y gets mad at my ass for this
They tried to cap me but can't because
Bitch I come back like I'm Lazarus
Yuh
Like I'm Lazarus.
Damn
Lazarus
I always saw it but y'all ain't imaginative
I'm glad that this isn't the final result of your actions
Cause then I'd be mad at ya, bitch
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
Can't stand me? Sit down
Grammys just don't
Make me spit that phony shit
That phony shit
Make me spit that
Writer: Siamani Harris
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