Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love Kills Slowly , by - DJ Scheme. Release date: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Kills Slowly |
| I just sit back and laugh at you niggas, man |
| We the leaders of this shit for real |
| You see Lovell, you know West runnin' right behind him |
| Back to back flights to Shottawa, bitch |
| Ay, they can’t find me walkin', now they call me back |
| Ay, they can’t find me talkin', now they call me back at night |
| Bitchin' 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night |
| Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Brr, ay, peep the stance, bitch |
| Got my confidence when I took a sip |
| Throw your back in it, back up on my dick |
| Take my heart away, leave it at the bay |
| Used to call me trash, now they wrap me up |
| Now they dap me up, got me hubby’d up |
| Take you to my world, you can settle up |
| Call me daddy, fuck, I don’t live for love |
| Ay, they can’t find me walkin', now they call me back |
| Ay, they can’t find me talkin', now they call me back at night |
| Bitchin' 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night |
| Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bought my bitch some bloody shoes, bloody stacks, no Jimmy Choos |
| Loaded, sprayed, don’t be scared to wave it |
| Chopper hold a 30 stick, gave a bitch some lazy dick |
| Chopsticks, chopsticks, runnin' through this mop stick |
| Diamond wrist gon' freeze the pot, catch the bitch straight from the lot |
| All I drink is syrup, down some Percs, now let’s go fuck shit up |
| Woah, all my diamonds got your ex-man froze, hit the road |
| I don’t choose the Range or the Benz, I don’t know |
| Ay, they can’t find me walkin', now they call me back |
| Ay, they can’t find me talkin', now they call me back at night |
| Bitchin' 'bout my presence, now they call me back at night |
| Taught his ass a lesson, now they call me back at night |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody hands |