Lyrics Starlito – What’s Wrong With You Pt. 2
Text:
Resentment knows no bounds.
Shut the fuck up.
Chorus
Man that shit crazy, haters twisting up they faces
Acting like there’s something wrong wit me
Wrong wit me
Acting like there’s something wrong wit me
(Ay homey what’s wrong wit u)
Wrong wit me
But I’m…
Naw I don’t love her we jus going thru the motions
Emotions n so much so I used emoticons when I wrote this
Shopping for a low key spot I need a garage
Told shorty if she wanna keep me then we need to minaj
I know I’m selfish as fuck, still grinding I’m on my job
Say I been balling to hard, now I’m da nigga to rob
I’m laughing like HA HA HA get’n a 90 minute massage
P90 right in my lining n I won’t hold my applause
Mack 90 yeah wit the clips taped
Drop a nigga like a mixtape
I’m stuck in da 90s, remind u of mc 8
Like like ay homie u need some help
Got da money for reinforcements but rather do it myself
Y’all ain’t gon do shit but tell, ain’t gon shoot shit cept for yourselves
Fuck rap I been catching sales, these niggas been paying 12 (who got it?)
Na fuck it I ain’t shopping w/ no new niggas
That’s how they got homie damn jus tryna make profit
Who said what? Rap diss Shit’d, get that ass touched up
Squeez a nigga out until he hush up
Better vest up put a rap nigga on a stretcher, yes sir
Real niggas in attendance for all my lectures
I jus hope you been paying attention taking notes all semester
If I don’t cut that bullshit out, boy u better
Na I’m better, paint wetter, fuck that bitch fucked that bitch the same day I met her
I don’t want her if I can’t wet her
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Killa Kyleon:
They really hate me bad,
Cuz a nigga on really make u mad
When I pull up in a slab that uh make u sad
But if I was doing bad that uh make u glad
I jus wan a bag make that cash
Stack it up Kieth Sweat, make that last
Like 2 short gotta make that fast
So I’m headed to da bank gotta make that path
Get a little bread boy switch on a nigga
Run to da laws go snitch in a nigga
Try to set ya up put a bitch on a nigga
Price on ya head put a hit on a nigga
Jealousy n envy y’all boys sinnin
Grown ass men acting like women
Being fake cool y’all boys winning
Fuck’n up da game ain’t no more innings
Hate to see me ball like Jennings
N I keep a bad bitch laying on my linens
While u niggas frowning a real nigga grinning
Somewhere wit a sack goin n spend it
Y’all need help God bless u niggas
Hating on me won’t bless u nigga
Crazy how my life really stress u niggas
But it ain’t my job to impress u nigga
No ambition no hustle no grind
Rayban niggas tryna block my shine
Steal a nigga watch tryna stop my time
So I show no mercy wen I cock that iron
Hole in ur head I’m killing these niggas
Ain’t nobody real really feeling these niggas
Face all twisted grilling me nigga
Here’s a colt .45 I’m Billy Dee nigga (bang)
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