Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Crossed out my heart, now I don't feel no pain
Lost all my pride, so I don't feel no shame
That hurt make you change, so I don't feel the same
Smoked out my lungs, now I can't feel a thing
Stay high all the time, I think Iost my mind
Got some points in my life i wish i could rewind
Play with yo life, now you got hell to pay
I handle my own shit, no, I do not pray
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Zell Marley - Itachi Lyrics
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Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Crossed out my heart, now I don't feel no pain
Lost all my pride, so I don't feel no shame
That hurt make you change, so I don't feel the same
Smoked out my lungs, now I can't feel a thing
Stay high all the time, I think Iost my mind
Got some points in my life i wish i could rewind
Play with yo life, now you got hell to pay
I handle my own shit, no, I do not pray
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Crossed out my heart, now I don't feel no pain
Lost all my pride, so I don't feel no shame
That hurt make you change, so I don't feel the same
Smoked out my lungs, now I can't feel a thing
Stay high all the time, I think Iost my mind
Got some points in my life i wish i could rewind
Play with yo life, now you got hell to pay
I handle my own shit, no, I do not pray
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Eyes red like Itachi
Cook a nigga like a hibachi
Eat em up like Jeffry Daumer
Got a bitch in the Bahamas
Promise you don't want no drama
Playin' with the gang, it's gon' be a problem
Got a lot to prove, I don't like to talk
You ain't talkin' money, nigga, you can walk
Writer: Joshua Davis
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