Bitch you will not survive
(Nah)
They call me suicide
(Yeah)
It's not bout where you reside
Where you can hide, You're gonna die
(Die)
My shorty will have you murked
(Bratt)
Then she gon' make it twerk
(Clap)
You said that you got that work
So wassup bitch, come make it hurt
(Wassup)
Blah blah blah
(Life)
All you talk about is life so hard
(High)
All you talk about is hate my job
(Oh no)
All you talk about is
All you talk about is
Don't come in my life with that drama Come round me then you better cut the drama
Put your life six feet deep with that trauma
Come round me then you better cut the drama
Put your life six feet deep with that trauma
Click, clack, baow
What the fuck you gon' say now
Do not come into my town
Using my name & fucking around
You are so insecure
That's why you're such a whore
I ain't got no time for it
Bitches like you that be suckin' & fuckin' & poppin' they pussy for nothin'
Blah, blah, blah
(Life)
All you talk about is life so hard
(High)
All you talk about is hate my job
(Oh no)
All you talk about is
All you talk about is
Running & running
(running & running)
Oh your mouth keeps on running
(your mouth keeps on running)
All the shit you be talking
(shit you be talking)
I hope that your mind is as smart as your mouth cause my bitches, my bitches are coming
Knock, Knock on your door now it's funny
(now it's funny)
My niggas, young killas
(whoop) They don't come to me with all that
Blah blah blah
(Blah, Blah)
All you talk about is life so hard
(So hard)
All you talk about is hate my job
(Oh no)
All you talk about is
All you talk about is
Writer(s): Indigo Marie Ford, Mikala Mclean
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