Passionate Killer Songtext
von FattMack

Yeah
I′m ridin' ′round in a Lambo with the racks in the middle (yeah, yeah)
My bro like smokin' opps, that boy a passionate killer (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (fatt, Fatt)

I'm ridin′ ′round in a Lambo with the racks in the middle
My bro like smokin' opps, that boy a passionate killer
Broke my heart, I got so high, the next day, I didn′t remember
I don't give a - ′bout none of these chains, I pass 'em out to my -
Yeah, all my - savages, run up, you get hit up quick
Way too many bad -, I don′t know which one to pick
Yeah, I really came from rags to riches, ain't no - stunt like this
He don't really hate me, he might hate the fact I - his -


But that′s okay, a ho gon′ be a - and every dog gon' always have they day
Your karma gon′ come 'round for - you did and can′t nobody save you
Me, I'm the type to blast when I get mad and ain′t nobody safe
You might think - fine, you see me smilin', I'm still not okay
If I call, she come today
She know I′m not like them other guys, I′m really havin' pape′
Broke- do what they can, the rich - always have they way
Three, four big-ass chains around my neck like I'm a fuckin′ slave (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm ridin′ 'round in a Lambo with the racks in the middle
My bro like smokin' opps, that boy a passionate killer
Broke my heart, I got so high, the next day, I didn′t remember
I don′t give a - 'bout none of these chains, I pass ′em out to my -
Yeah, all my - savages, run up, you get hit up quick
Way too many bad -, I don't know which one to pick
Yeah, I really came from rags to riches, ain′t no - stunt like this
He don't really hate me, he might hate the fact I - his -

Yeah, I tote my stick, if you go against this shit, then I′m gon' blow this -
I'm tryna protect my heart, I can′t even trust that - even if I love that -
I never tell her I′m sorry, you always put your money and God above that -
We came hella far, when I walk out on stage, I low-key love the feelin'
Bro killed hisself, he low-key selfish ′cause we really miss him
You can always call me if you need me 'cause I′m really with you
I'm tryna make you happy, every day, it′s always still an issue
I don't tell no lies, I really rap about the - I've been through


I′m ridin′ 'round in a Lambo with the racks in the middle
My bro like smokin′ opps, that boy a passionate killer
Broke my heart, I got so high, the next day, I didn't remember
I don′t give a - 'bout none of these chains, I pass ′em out to my -
Yeah, all my - savages, run up, you get hit up quick
Way too many bad -, I don't know which one to pick
Yeah, I really came from rags to riches, ain't no - stunt like this
He don′t really hate me, he might hate the fact I - his -