"Psychology Of Revenge" lyrics
Starlito & Bandplay Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Story time
She made a promise to never leave him lonely
And tried to warn him 'bout his thieving homies
Found him a plug when he ain't even want it
Prayed for him 'cause the beef was on
Burning sage 'cause he had evil on him
Once he got paid, then he cheated on her
Pocket dial, on speakerphone
Broke her heart and now the love is gone
Safe codes and all his secrets known
Hard for her to say she wrong
Look what happened to her happy home
She gotta get some get-back to atone
She could fuck his opps
Give 'em the drop
But that won't do no justice
Killin' him won't be enough
'Cause she want him to really suffer
Hurt and ain't no healin'
This how villains end up feelin' nothin'
Reel him in as if she still trust him
Help him build the budget
Let us not forget she took some risks to make a livin' hustlin'
Got his clientele together, made connections with her cousin
And one thing about deceit, man, it get deep and then it's repercussions
Another thing I learned from out the streets: Good deeds get punished
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
Psychology of revenge
Life goes on, right or wrong
Looks like she movin' on fast
Old dude, he on max
Now what to do with all that cash
Driveway, a quarter mile
Swimming pool in the back
Every car a quarter mill
One of 'em blue, two of 'em black
Three or four days out of the week
She at the bank more than the tellers
If she knew niggas was stealin'
What you think? They ain't jealous?
Overzealous
Living reckless
Steady fucking off the pape'
Plus her cousin lost his play
And he wasn't taught to play
She was hearing little rumors
But just brushed it off as hate
Thinking that it's love
All of a sudden falling prey
Man, it's the streets
And she the reason that that nigga caught that case
And every action got a reaction
You can't just walk away
And plus she fuckin' with the opps
Keep gettin' caught out all on dates
Yeah, she got spotted by the homies
All they said was, 'Aw. Okay.'
Drawing too much attention
Done got Followed to her place
They said, 'You fuckin' up the money, baby'
Shot her in the face
You fuckin' up the money baby
And that ain't good business
Lito!
How I'm supposed to trust?
What you not tellin' me?
That's what's botherin' me
You just so cool and all that
I don't got time
And I mean it
Story time
She made a promise to never leave him lonely
And tried to warn him 'bout his thieving homies
Found him a plug when he ain't even want it
Prayed for him 'cause the beef was on
Burning sage 'cause he had evil on him
Once he got paid, then he cheated on her
Pocket dial, on speakerphone
Broke her heart and now the love is gone
Safe codes and all his secrets known
Hard for her to say she wrong
Look what happened to her happy home
She gotta get some get-back to atone
She could fuck his opps
Give 'em the drop
But that won't do no justice
Killin' him won't be enough
'Cause she want him to really suffer
Hurt and ain't no healin'
This how villains end up feelin' nothin'
Reel him in as if she still trust him
Help him build the budget
Let us not forget she took some risks to make a livin' hustlin'
Got his clientele together, made connections with her cousin
And one thing about deceit, man, it get deep and then it's repercussions
Another thing I learned from out the streets: Good deeds get punished
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
She took his money, told on him
Oh, well, life goes on
What goes around comes around
You know, same old song
Psychology of revenge
Life goes on, right or wrong
Looks like she movin' on fast
Old dude, he on max
Now what to do with all that cash
Driveway, a quarter mile
Swimming pool in the back
Every car a quarter mill
One of 'em blue, two of 'em black
Three or four days out of the week
She at the bank more than the tellers
If she knew niggas was stealin'
What you think? They ain't jealous?
Overzealous
Living reckless
Steady fucking off the pape'
Plus her cousin lost his play
And he wasn't taught to play
She was hearing little rumors
But just brushed it off as hate
Thinking that it's love
All of a sudden falling prey
Man, it's the streets
And she the reason that that nigga caught that case
And every action got a reaction
You can't just walk away
And plus she fuckin' with the opps
Keep gettin' caught out all on dates
Yeah, she got spotted by the homies
All they said was, 'Aw. Okay.'
Drawing too much attention
Done got Followed to her place
They said, 'You fuckin' up the money, baby'
Shot her in the face
You fuckin' up the money baby
And that ain't good business
Lito!
How I'm supposed to trust?
What you not tellin' me?
That's what's botherin' me
You just so cool and all that
I don't got time
And I mean it
