Heather - T I M E T O K I L L E M Lyrics

Where's your boyfriend
Put him in it's time to kill em
They got teeny tiny brains
And it's time to fuckin spill em
I'm addressing bitch made men
Disguising evil intent
As just harmless friends
When truth is
You a fuckin villain

I got bad news for you baby
Jesus came back tonight
And he asked me to tell him
What your deeds is lookin like
I told him big dirty dusty
Wicked sick attempts to fuck me
He said word knew they was crusty
Don't you worry bout it
They not comin up to heaven honey

Trust me I am so sick
Of the snakes in the grass
Pokin ya heads up when you see me walk past
I'm chopping ya heads up
It's facts
And I mean both of them
Come at me incorrect
And leave with no peace of mind
And a missing dick

But what makes me more sick
Is the shorties who want to benefit from it
Taking they money
Open ya legs up
Getting your pussy licked
Why don't you turn around and kick
Those serpents
Back to the streets where they came from
Instead you birds
Let bums run straight through ya
You think that's power

I was raised by the gangsters papusas and God himself
The one who check for me
Is the very same one that set the planet's Bounds
Everything hot I do on earth
I'm doing by my fucking self
So get the fuck out of my life
If you not really here to help

Ever since I left the womb
The whole world has tried to fuck me
So I'm comin heavy
All you motherfuckers ugly
Dick suckers
Pussies pimped your soul for money

You owned by a corporation
Ever since I was 15 I've been offered rich things
By men
While dad in my dirty home abusing me
He supposed to be protecting me
Look to mommy she ain't got shit to say
Older siblings yeah they up and ran away
But not me fam
Imma stay
And plot and make plays
To love all you sick fuckers
In a new completely different way
Poppin out the ghetto hot as shit
In my Charlotte Russe
You cannot pull the wool over these eyes
Even if you wanted to

They thinking I'm wealthy cuz I look rich right
And that's the only reason that they want to
Let me keep the dick right
Screaming I don't want it
I don't want a date with ya
Matter fact you can't
Come into my neighborhood
Years later when I peeped maturity
And pimped my soul for loyalty
I got dumped by my love
In the same room where Malia Obama
Had her first kiss
It was with him
His friends that own America
Dm me for my opinion
Asking what I think about they rolexes
I say it makes me sick
And feed them parables
If I told you half the shit I knew
I would really be scary to you
I'm preparing you
Your mind is small
Connect with all of y'all
But that doesn't mean I trust a single one of ya

The runway models be mad insecure
The famous rappers struggle with
Just being vulnerable
The hot bitches really check for me
Cuz I'm the one who
Teach em worth and things
So rolling with a man who not respecting me
I can't be seen
I won't be seen
I got my kids they number the sand
You might not see it
But I'm running this land

Tell em
Tell em
No one girl should have all this power
Imma end this bitch right here but believe me
I could go for hours