Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DIE SLOW, artist - Zombiez.
Date of issue: 31.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DIE SLOW |
I was all alone |
Sitting with the 40 and I get to |
Reminiscing, checking message on my phone |
As I get to look and seeing what it was, I get to dreaming |
Cause it was the bitch and she was saying she was gone?! |
Wait, hold up, what you talking 'bout? |
I must’ve heard you wrong! |
Is you fucking with a nigga? |
Bitch, I really up and kill him! |
Then I get to finding out when I was on the road that you was out there |
Being home and bringing niggas 'round my children |
(Where are my motherfucking kids!!!) |
Bitch, you really got some nerves, like you really never heard |
Of the words that I say inside a verse, I will curse you |
Nobody fucks around on my emotions |
You was thinking it was funny, I will put you in a hearse! |
And I made a voodoo doll and it was looking like you, really |
But you must think I am silly, I am serious to death… |
Do us part, don’t let me start on all that wicked shit |
I bring the gloom and doom onto you if you ever fucking left… |
Standing over you when you was sleeping |
I’m 'bout to put a knife up in your chest |
What you really thought, that you can go and fuck a nigga and there’ll |
Be no repercussion, but you really think you’re blessed? |
Did you really do the sex? |
Did he make you cum, get it from the back? |
Did you suck his dick, like you do me? |
So you got to gobbling, prob’ly with swallowing, fuck him and feed him |
Now you’re wishing that you never knew me |
Cause I really fucking put you in a horror movie |
When they ask who hit it, tell them Black Widow did it |
Fuck your life, I’d take it with my hands, if I could |
But I really think, I should put a scalpel up in it |
And I’m finna just take his Adam’s apple and split it |
But, if I really did it, then the music is gone |
And, I don’t want to fuck around and lose my career |
For a stupid ass bitch, so I put it in a song |
But, what about the motherfucking kids and the stories |
They be telling me about the niggas you’re sucking at night? |
You be thinking they be sleeping, when they really peeking at you |
While you’re on your knees, sucking random niggas' pipes |
Walk up in the room, it’s your doom, hit the lights |
With the twist of my knife, you’ll be laying in blood |
Brains in my fitted, I remain hella wicked |
Put a bullet in my chamber, put a bitch up in the mud |
Die slow! |