I Don't Lov'em

Lyrics for I Don't Lov'em

Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot I click so quick, my spells are slick So watch yo fuckin' self hoe That Gl-izz-ock will rock yo cradle fatal Mystic on yo ass low The one-eighty-seven, niggas that's sellin' Dwellin' on the black side The black side of Haven, never mistaken All day long it's homicides I fear not a bitch, I leave her with shit Just fuck 'em, a playa is in me hoe I do not be dwellin' on silly ass bustas But deny you d-izz-on't h-izz-ear me though The Triple Six click, the Mafia bitch Is comin' out runnin' so shut yo mouth You just so fucked up in the head cause you're mad And just really don't know what you talkin' 'bout You stupid ass bitch you just put yourself in a bad place The Jason mask I will clamp place on my face The D-izz-evils Daughter G-Gangster B-izz-oo Is most definitely mentally de-fucking-deranged I thought you knew that I'm from Memphis You better just listen so you can like dig what I peep If you be violatin' pimpin' Your ass will be slippin' into the eternal sl-izz-eep On my mind be murder-murder I'm urgin' to serve a busta that is flexing his shit Never underestimate the ones that be like quiet Cause they be the ones that'll click Niggas be talking that shit I just have to show 'em that t-izz-alk is so fuckin' cheap Talkin' is all that you doin' You don't wanna rumble cause you know the Three 6 is deep Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot I'm stickin' out with my pimpin' Still it's all about makin' that cheese Puttin' in work, payin' major mad dues Smokin' and chokin' on light green leafs Hangin' with thiefs and pimps My hookers they breakin' my trap Scandalous trick and if you want the room Gimme the money cause I don't cap, I'm Skinny Skinny murder for pennies, haters can't stand me So they aggravate my money, more funerals every day Placin' them hits so slick, smilin' at yo face (?) keepin' my stable tight Countin' my thousands day and night No matter (?) comes One-eighty-seven ways to get paid Taking yo life Dirty plots, dirty hoes, layin' fools down North Memphis bound, Funky Town found Dunkin' on Crown in the shake junt lounge Women get naked while the Skinny smoke pounds Yeah we still scopin', my pretty-boy-smile ain't jokin' Drop it off! Drop it off! Takin' they dope and fillin' up coffins Hangin' deep down in them ghetto streets When we creep you know we out for murder Murkin' that's stable (?) I was capable Break a trick, we don't fuck up Put 'em in the backseat (?) in my brain Glock cocked, drop the top Poppin' up the whole block Non-stop for my mob That's my job when we rob yo stash pot Six thousand shots of a sawed-off Buckshot knock a niggas crest ... step to this mass (?) for this criminal Soul is callin' up demonic sounds ... possessed in my mind for a killin' (?) creepin' for satan Replacin' the gauges with guts in my trunk ... rough Koopsta Nigga with that murder in his mug Most of the times bitch I'm showin' no love For you try to run, but you cannot hide ... door ... you in hell man And the end of eternity ... Koopsta be holdin' the sinister table ... scripts ... horrors of (?) ... turned in motherfuckin' torture ... what they came up For Koopsta the master of illusions Filled with the mind of intrusions Through your hood I be lurkin' and cruisin' Fiendin' to put on a bruisin' Removin' the slug from your wounds and guts (?) cause I'm showin' no love ... waitin' for satan Tie 'em to my bumper, drug 'em, fuck 'em I don't love 'em, I don't love 'em Put 'em in a hoe spot, take me to the stash pot