Lyrics

Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Hair in my face (face) Can't see a thing (thing) Fuck where you at, bitch Fuck where you came Young Bones still the same (same) Blade on my waist (waist) The day I go and change is when they slide me on the tray And they slowly push me in the flames Now freeze the frame Skin melting off my face Charbroil on my teeth (teeth) We all get fucked in the end, that's real (real) We all get burnt by the fire of the kiln (what) It's popular to talk about popping without a deal I am guilty but I also speak the truth when I wail Never distribute music but I'm still paid like I sold One mil first week, what is life at this point? Ready to go and you know this I dont need no piece with no holster I dont need to "bang" when i pull it All i need is words and your focus But if i can't get that I will turn right back To the graveyard god And take you to just where i be at Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Motherfuck talking bitch What the fuck you want from me? Okay, I am nothing valuable and neither are you The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon If we died by noon Okay I am nothing valuable and neither are you The place we live would probably be better if we died by noon If we died by noon Died by noon
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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