
The Villain STRAPPED! (Ft. Warhol.SS)
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[Intro]
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
[Chorus]
This shit murderous I'm in a car with a spoiler
Busting the meter
Shit I be on I take medication for that
Cause I'm sick as Leukemia
Yeah
Tell them niggas go pull out the premium
I'm a strangler, a serial killer
I'm deranged, they know I'm a villain
[Verse]
On a flight with a Chrome Hearts blanket
I'm sleeping in style
I been doing the shit I was dreaming when I was a child
Take a bitch out to eat I ain't tripping
We going to Mr. Chow
I'mma pee on a young nigga
I got a fetish for turnt hoes, stylin
It's a party we pour out the pizzurp
Drop a three or a four nothing less than
On my body no Kenzo
From the block with an H in the red zone
I got a stick in these Rickie's I walk
If the situation get sticky, you call me
For the racks so she like how I talk
For these verses they know what it cost
I'm with the Wu-Tang
Deep in her stomach I fucked up her edges
Walk in the kitchen I'm cooking some sinister shit
Going from 7 to 7
I'm not the CEO, bitch I'm the President
I got an eagle as big as an elephant
This hoe is tweaking she saying I'm arrogant, rude
Walk in to Neiman's and buy all the Rhude
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
They know I'm the villain
[Chorus]
This shit murderous I'm in a car with a spoiler
Busting the meter
Shit I be on I take medication for that
Cause I'm sick as Leukemia
Yeah
Tell them niggas go pull out the premium
I'm a strangler, a serial killer
I'm deranged, they know I'm a villain
[Verse]
On a flight with a Chrome Hearts blanket
I'm sleeping in style
I been doing the shit I was dreaming when I was a child
Take a bitch out to eat I ain't tripping
We going to Mr. Chow
I'mma pee on a young nigga
I got a fetish for turnt hoes, stylin
It's a party we pour out the pizzurp
Drop a three or a four nothing less than
On my body no Kenzo
From the block with an H in the red zone
I got a stick in these Rickie's I walk
If the situation get sticky, you call me
For the racks so she like how I talk
For these verses they know what it cost
I'm with the Wu-Tang
Deep in her stomach I fucked up her edges
Walk in the kitchen I'm cooking some sinister shit
Going from 7 to 7
I'm not the CEO, bitch I'm the President
I got an eagle as big as an elephant
This hoe is tweaking she saying I'm arrogant, rude
Walk in to Neiman's and buy all the Rhude
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