Killa lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, see
I'm the motherf*cker that had your back
I was there before all this other sh*t came
Before all the houses and the cars
Before all the b*tches and the broads
Before all shootin' for the stars I was there
I'm just tryin' to understand
What made you sh*t on me like that
And all motherf*ckin' people, n*gga
That's me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
f*ck ya!

[Hook]
Dedicated to the n*gga who broke my heart (f*ck ya!)
She the reason we fell apart
But now it's killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
You gon' miss this b*tch

[Verse 1]
See, I'm the type of b*tch
I know how to do it all
You f*ck these hoes
But when she get real I'm the one you call
I wasn't gettin' subpoena
I'm the one in court
And I don't mind
When you was ballin' I was on the court
Fruiticana in Winter
Top-down in December
How much money?
We spendin' them all, I don't remember
Your boys all call me
'Cause ain't no one can calm your temper
Pickin' out which car to drive
Was my only dillema
And with that [?] b*tches
And with that comin' snitches
And with that calculin' everything
[?] from the beginning
I got a phone call
Knowin' some bullsh*t
She said the name was Bridget
I'm like "b*tch, who's this?"
[Hook]
Dedicated to the n*gga who broke my heart (f*ck ya!)
She the reason we fell apart
But now it's killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
You gon' miss this b*tch

[Verse 2]
See, I had them figure it out
n*ggas, they ain't sh*t
While you lyin' in the bed cryin'
He with the next b*tch
Y'all playin' the situation
Sayin' we ain't like that
But I'm the one that posted your bail
I get you twisted
Put my momma house up
But your name stay in the gossip, yeah
These b*tches out here scandalous
[?] anonymous
[?]
Yeah, they just want what we have
Yeah, they see the Birkin bags
Porsche Panamera
[?]
Not the paparazzi
FPD is with the cameras
Fake ID name Tamara
Got it up in Canada
Hear you in the club with a girl named Bridget
I'ma handle her
[Hook]
Dedicated to the n*gga who broke my heart (f*ck ya!)
She the reason we fell apart
But now it's killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
Killa (for this b*tch)
You gon' miss this b*tch