Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
But I never done dat
Rolling through, wid the crew
Tell a man best run back
All this talk, bout the chalk
Tell me where's your gun man
Jump on mic, left then right
Don't you know I spun man
Don't, Don't
Don't you know i'll spin ya
Standard war, aim for jaw
Pull it back then chin ya
Talking trash, you'll get mashed
Body bag then bin ya
Talking tough, your not rough
Haven't got it in ya
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Don't you know i'm manic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm causing panic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm so satanic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
I just pulled a thot
On the block, Gave her hard cock
See me walking round
Round the town, Wid the hard lot
If we catch an opp
On the block, make the car stop
Then were jumping out
Smack his mout, make his jaw pop
Make dat, make dat, Make dat, make dat
Make dat girls legs shake
If I see some hair
All down dere, then I must skate
Talking bout a snitch
And the feds, yes I do hate
When I wear my bally
See me rolling, looking so bait
But I didn't get caught
When I was in school
Didn't listen, didn't get taught
Talking bout the demons
Left em bleeding yes I have fought
Feds are asking questions
Wanna know, what I have brought
Sorry officer
It's not your day, you won't find shit
Call me tony hawks
Watch me skate, on my grind shit
Blood up on my hands
On my bands, on my crime shit
Bitch i'm really filthy
Do you feel me on my slime shit
Coldest Killer - SHE CAN Have IT Lyrics
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Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
But I never done dat
Rolling through, wid the crew
Tell a man best run back
All this talk, bout the chalk
Tell me where's your gun man
Jump on mic, left then right
Don't you know I spun man
Don't, Don't
Don't you know i'll spin ya
Standard war, aim for jaw
Pull it back then chin ya
Talking trash, you'll get mashed
Body bag then bin ya
Talking tough, your not rough
Haven't got it in ya
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Don't you know i'm manic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm causing panic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm so satanic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
I just pulled a thot
On the block, Gave her hard cock
See me walking round
Round the town, Wid the hard lot
If we catch an opp
On the block, make the car stop
Then were jumping out
Smack his mout, make his jaw pop
Make dat, make dat, Make dat, make dat
Make dat girls legs shake
If I see some hair
All down dere, then I must skate
Talking bout a snitch
And the feds, yes I do hate
When I wear my bally
See me rolling, looking so bait
But I didn't get caught
When I was in school
Didn't listen, didn't get taught
Talking bout the demons
Left em bleeding yes I have fought
Feds are asking questions
Wanna know, what I have brought
Sorry officer
It's not your day, you won't find shit
Call me tony hawks
Watch me skate, on my grind shit
Blood up on my hands
On my bands, on my crime shit
Bitch i'm really filthy
Do you feel me on my slime shit
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
But I never done dat
Rolling through, wid the crew
Tell a man best run back
All this talk, bout the chalk
Tell me where's your gun man
Jump on mic, left then right
Don't you know I spun man
Don't, Don't
Don't you know i'll spin ya
Standard war, aim for jaw
Pull it back then chin ya
Talking trash, you'll get mashed
Body bag then bin ya
Talking tough, your not rough
Haven't got it in ya
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Don't you know i'm manic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm causing panic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, And i'm so satanic
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch, Bitch
Bitch want my heart
She can have it, Bitch it's broken
If I catch an op
On the block, then I smoke em
I'm not talking fingers
See these mingers, poke poke em
Pull a slut
Bust a nut, pull their hair and choke em
Bend her back, slapping dat
Get in deep and dig dat
Mask on face, left no trace
But I never did dat
Feds come round, swear to god
They won't clock I hid dat
Round the corner, hand brake on
Skr skid dat
I just pulled a thot
On the block, Gave her hard cock
See me walking round
Round the town, Wid the hard lot
If we catch an opp
On the block, make the car stop
Then were jumping out
Smack his mout, make his jaw pop
Make dat, make dat, Make dat, make dat
Make dat girls legs shake
If I see some hair
All down dere, then I must skate
Talking bout a snitch
And the feds, yes I do hate
When I wear my bally
See me rolling, looking so bait
But I didn't get caught
When I was in school
Didn't listen, didn't get taught
Talking bout the demons
Left em bleeding yes I have fought
Feds are asking questions
Wanna know, what I have brought
Sorry officer
It's not your day, you won't find shit
Call me tony hawks
Watch me skate, on my grind shit
Blood up on my hands
On my bands, on my crime shit
Bitch i'm really filthy
Do you feel me on my slime shit
Writer: Harrison Ginn
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