Fatality Lyrics – Paris Richards & Dub J

Fatality Lyrics by Paris Richards & Dub J

Please, hear my wrath
They have no standards
Pretending is a child’s pastime, which is why no one will miss you
Quit wasting my time

Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool
Merci, merci, leave it bloody

b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger
I chop her body up

Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool
Merci, merci, leave it bloody

b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger
I chop her body up

Take a b#tch
Knock her head off her body (Body)
Super rage
Porkin’ b#tches my hobby (Hobby)

Spin the block (Spin, spin)
Bullets go through the lobby (Spin, spin)
Spin the block (Spin, spin)
Bullets go through the lobby (Spin, spin)

Misdemeanor
Swing it like Derek Jeter (Jeter)
Wrap your body up
Now you look like a pita, unh

Twenties turn to fifties (Fifties)
Fifties turn to hundreds (Hundreds)
She ain’t see me gunnin’ (Gunnin’)
Seen the opp runnin’ (Runnin’)

Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool
Merci, merci, leave it bloody

b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger
I chop her body up

Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool
Merci, merci, leave it bloody

b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger
I chop her body up

Fatality
Hit ’em with a strategy
Quick math, pullin’ trigonometry
Seen the b#tch wig split up entirely

These b#tches admire me
Writing in their diary
What’s the summary?
You’ve pissed off the samurai

Blood spatter on your eye
Bullets made you open wide
Walkin’ down, I had to slide
I had to penalize

Everybody talkin’ wise
Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool

Merci, merci, leave it bloody
b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger

I chop her body up
Four pockets full
Stick and move, money hungry
Act a fool

Merci, merci, leave it bloody
b#tch is bummy
Oragami, I fold her body up
Stick and move, crouching tiger

I chop her body up
Fifties
Hundreds
Gunnin’
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Paris Richards & Dub J Lyrics – Fatality

Paris Richards & Dub J

Fatality