HOPE YOU DIE

[Intro: KING T] Last time we spoke You said don't talk to me unless you have some hits Well, now I have a handful of hits And I still don't wanna talk to your sorry ass Yeah, yeah, yeah! [Verse 1: KING T] Attitude to match, shake that ass in ya pants Bad little dance, in a trance, no romance Amber in her prime was all mine, not so fast She was out her mind all the time, that’s a fact Damn I used loved that bitch Wish she wasn’t full of shit Good for only suckin dick N talkin shit, man fuck that trick Met her on a date I had She came up to shake my hand Told me that she gotta man But fuckin me was her damn plan Shoulda just said fuck off hoe Tell her ass to hit thе door Yo, I gotta ego though Gimme, gimme, gimmе mo’ On and off for many years Lots of pain n plenty tears Can’t explain but you got weird So I had to disappear Major labels callin me Flying T out to LA Then you started begging me To come n save the fuckin day She blocked her blessing I am your lesson [Chorus: KING T] Every time this song comes on, I mother fuckin think about ya Screaming at my fuckin lungs, I hope you die This songs about ya Even if she testified? No lie, I really fuckin loved her Baby you meant more than I I really loved ya, really loved us [Verse 2: KING T] Every time you fuckin cheated I admit, I felt defeated Bitch I’m rich so please believe it I make this shit look so easy I can have any girl I want Sometimes I feel like I’m just dreaming Still at times I think of you N then I puke all fucking evening [Chorus: KING T] Every time this song comes on, I mother fuckin think about ya Screaming at my fuckin lungs, I hope you die This songs about ya Even if she testified? No lie, I really fuckin loved her Baby you meant more than I I really loved ya, really loved us [Bridge 2: KING T] Amber I just hope you die Stick a needle in your eye Always the victim asking why? I am your karma, bitch goodbye Amber I just hope you die Stick a needle in your eye Always the victim asking why? I am your karma, bitch goodbye [Chorus: KING T] Every time this song comes on, I mother fuckin think about ya Screaming at my fuckin lungs, I hope you die This songs about ya Even if she testified? No lie, I really fuckin loved her Baby you meant more than I I really loved ya, really loved us