Elizabeth Bills (Unreleased) lyrics

The gangsta shit I spit that murder, murder, murderous, mu-mu-mu-murderous hit You feel me? Believe it or not, the fever I got, I'm speakin' it hot Don't peek in the pot, you seekin' them shots For real will bank on ya block Billionaire bitches, Oprah and lot It's fresh out the box, the host on cock, uh Provokin' the cops, assault on the watch, uh The murder in hands, this lady be firm, uh Elizabeth Bills, 380 will burst, you play with my mills It's curtains and kills, can't purchase my skills These niggas in skirts and a kilt, truth The verses like churches and hymns, uh Don't cross, you will end up frost Blue balls, you get sent up North Dead dick, this puss done lost Spit that gut-gut-gutta that gloss shit That black bitch posted on that Forbes list That money maker boss bitch Meet me at my office Plus, nigga, I'm gorgeous, ha haaa I spit that uh-uh They wanna fuck with me, ha With real looks, nobody rep beauty like me Look here, look, nobody rep the city like me Took a 1 to ah, ah then I came up with 3 Took ah, ah to the deuce then I came up with G's Lit ah, ah for that ooh, then I skipped to Ibiz' What other bitch in the booth who could kick it like me? A Wang boot, maybe color the weave Everything that I utter, straight butter, believe Yeah, the eight wonder is me, the ninth and the tenth I'm about a dollar, where the fuck these bitches been? Hypocrites'll holla, wanna play innocent I know I got 'em straight fakin' for they friend Easy breezy bitches just waitin' on they wind Champion, Lady Dame, dominant Niggas know the name, now the fuck acknowledge it I spit that, uh, uh They wanna fuck with me, hah