Letra

Well, it's the gut slingin' east-side demon creeping' out the crypt Squeeze the fruit of death, I let it bleed and drip right off my lips Creepin' through the woods, don't hide your family, bitch, it's time to dip I came to slit your throat you stupid pussy motherfuckin' bitch If you should die, before you wake, bitch, that's my soul to take You stay up late, I put your head up on a fuckin' stake So get it straight, I came for blood, bitch, I don't conversate I kill the priest, fuck all the nuns and then I meditate Hooded in the crowd, hidden blade, you won't notice me Your girl up in my cult, she say I look just like I'm Joseph seed I'ma fuck around and makе a million off of blood and screams Freddy Kruegеr swag, why you think you see me in your dreams? Fuck you mean, fuck that wild boy shit, I got candles lit when I fuck that bitch Slit my wrist, let her lick that drip from the elbow tip to the top of my dick Bad bitch ridin' shotgun, she keep the same Aim that bitch right out the window, let that motherfucker bang Patron sippin', in gold tippin', 24 sittin' I cut your neck for 33, just like I'm Scottie Pippen Patron sippin', in gold tippin', 24 sittin' I cut your neck for 33, just like I'm Scottie Pippen I need to cope, my wrist is cut, my heart is broke The blood is soaked, I'm on the corner slittin' throats I need to cope, my wrist is cut, my heart is broke The blood is soaked, I'm on the corner slittin' throats
Writer(s): Abiola Adeyemi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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