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Kill Me Video (MV)




Performed By: Lana LaDonna
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Alana Easterling




Lana LaDonna - Kill Me Lyrics




Always think bitxhes want yo nigga
Baby girl if i wanted yo nigga
Then sis, you would not with him
Always thinking that you interested
Nigga, you ain't got no chicken
All subtractions, ain't no dividends

You can't f*ck with me (naw). You hoes ain't learned yet
you simply cannot touch me. Not Even deep down in yo Duffey
Competition where? Yo nigga wana f*ck me
On the Lows, goofy bitch, yo nigga really love me
Back to back rose, my typa 2 piece
This back and fourth shit y'all on, that is not me
You see me, course not, I do not speak. COURSE NOT
Followed me on IG. I knew you was a groupie
Flexin asa niggas, typa shit that i like. I LIKE, i LIKE
His shit glistening, i thought that nigga had a ligh
Married niggas want me. Somebody call they wifs
I got shit to do, so sorry baby, not tonight
I got options anyways
Nigga, rolls the dice
Might fly to DC to get a nigga right
Put his ass to sleep quick, nigga night night
While he sleep, I'm on Gucci, nigga swipe swip
I'm a bitch that know she bad, so nigga come correct
That little rolley don't phase me. I like Pateks
Paired with a bust down Cuban
Big boy shit
He ain't have nonuhdat
Niggas kill me
That's why i dropped him

Bitches kill me
Got a problem, wanna be yo friend
Se-cret-ly them bitches Stan
With the gang, they don't fit in
NIGGAS KILL ME
Ain't got two coins to rub together
But always talkin bout chedda
Nigga you need to do better
Bitches kill me
Quit talkin bout cash that you ain't got
Bitch you ain't bad. You need to stop
I seen yo nigga. He ain't got no knots
Bitches kill me
Hatin On me cuz im doin my thang
Wasn't so pressed, you could do you too
But you a joke. we ain't the same
Niggas kill me

You thought you was That Bitch
But then Big Lan showed up
Face pretty. Fat lil ass. Tittles sittin up
All my bitches mean, so no hoe. You can't sit with us
We TTG. That's trained to go, So sis don't act tough
The nigga starin at me thinking he gone get em some
He stay on road, but he a bum. Some shit aint adding up
Let him tell it, it come in my the metric ton
Told em daddy show me sumn. This nigga pulled out ones
They hate to see me coming
Bitches and niggas too
Can't get attention from me
That's how real bitches move
You niggas don't impress me
You bitches move too messy
Thinking somebody worried about you bitch you guessed it
Y'all ain't no got damn besties
Who tf is y'all kidding
Two lifeless hoes linking up- dont know which one more desperate
Y'all bond over some beef
Y'all bitches really weak
A mil-li-on of y'all could never a-mount up to me

Bitches kill me
Got a problem, wanna be yo friend
Se-cret-ly them bitches Stan
With the gang, they don't fit in
Niggas kill me
Ain't got two coins to rub together
But always talkin bout chedda
Nigga you need to do better
Bitches kill me
Quit talkin bout cash that you ain't got
Bitch you ain't bad. You need to stop
I seen yo nigga. He ain't got no knots
Bitches kill me
Hatin On me cuz im doin my thang
Wasn't so pressed, you could do you too
But you a joke. we ain't the same
Niggas kill me
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English

Always think bitxhes want yo nigga
Baby girl if i wanted yo nigga
Then sis, you would not with him
Always thinking that you interested
Nigga, you ain't got no chicken
All subtractions, ain't no dividends

You can't f*ck with me (naw). You hoes ain't learned yet
you simply cannot touch me. Not Even deep down in yo Duffey
Competition where? Yo nigga wana f*ck me
On the Lows, goofy bitch, yo nigga really love me
Back to back rose, my typa 2 piece
This back and fourth shit y'all on, that is not me
You see me, course not, I do not speak. COURSE NOT
Followed me on IG. I knew you was a groupie
Flexin asa niggas, typa shit that i like. I LIKE, i LIKE
His shit glistening, i thought that nigga had a ligh
Married niggas want me. Somebody call they wifs
I got shit to do, so sorry baby, not tonight
I got options anyways
Nigga, rolls the dice
Might fly to DC to get a nigga right
Put his ass to sleep quick, nigga night night
While he sleep, I'm on Gucci, nigga swipe swip
I'm a bitch that know she bad, so nigga come correct
That little rolley don't phase me. I like Pateks
Paired with a bust down Cuban
Big boy shit
He ain't have nonuhdat
Niggas kill me
That's why i dropped him

Bitches kill me
Got a problem, wanna be yo friend
Se-cret-ly them bitches Stan
With the gang, they don't fit in
NIGGAS KILL ME
Ain't got two coins to rub together
But always talkin bout chedda
Nigga you need to do better
Bitches kill me
Quit talkin bout cash that you ain't got
Bitch you ain't bad. You need to stop
I seen yo nigga. He ain't got no knots
Bitches kill me
Hatin On me cuz im doin my thang
Wasn't so pressed, you could do you too
But you a joke. we ain't the same
Niggas kill me

You thought you was That Bitch
But then Big Lan showed up
Face pretty. Fat lil ass. Tittles sittin up
All my bitches mean, so no hoe. You can't sit with us
We TTG. That's trained to go, So sis don't act tough
The nigga starin at me thinking he gone get em some
He stay on road, but he a bum. Some shit aint adding up
Let him tell it, it come in my the metric ton
Told em daddy show me sumn. This nigga pulled out ones
They hate to see me coming
Bitches and niggas too
Can't get attention from me
That's how real bitches move
You niggas don't impress me
You bitches move too messy
Thinking somebody worried about you bitch you guessed it
Y'all ain't no got damn besties
Who tf is y'all kidding
Two lifeless hoes linking up- dont know which one more desperate
Y'all bond over some beef
Y'all bitches really weak
A mil-li-on of y'all could never a-mount up to me

Bitches kill me
Got a problem, wanna be yo friend
Se-cret-ly them bitches Stan
With the gang, they don't fit in
Niggas kill me
Ain't got two coins to rub together
But always talkin bout chedda
Nigga you need to do better
Bitches kill me
Quit talkin bout cash that you ain't got
Bitch you ain't bad. You need to stop
I seen yo nigga. He ain't got no knots
Bitches kill me
Hatin On me cuz im doin my thang
Wasn't so pressed, you could do you too
But you a joke. we ain't the same
Niggas kill me
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Writer: Alana Easterling
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