Lyrics

She remind me of Persephone She down on her knees think she blessing me Made her weak yeah, fulfill her fantasies Kill the pussy ima have to let it Rest In Peace Now I got that bitch Messing up my leather seats This shit custom I don't care about the cleaning fees No discussion, we just fucking Then I fucking leave She know I'm busy She don't hold that shit against me Feel like the xanny Went and uppercut my face (uhh) I feel like Danny I'm a phantom of my pain (uhh) Ghost that bitch Like I'm haunting from my grave (uhh) But it ain't over 'Til the fat lady sings (uhh) Woke up broker Then I was just yesterday (yuh) But it's okay I got some money in the way (uhh) I'm with you bitch We watching Fifty Shades of Grey (uhh) They never listen So I put them in they place (uhh) I'm aye okay As long as pussys on the way (uhh) He aint okay He got hit with a .308 (uhh) He wanted beef But shouldn't of went and raised the steaks (uhh) I act obscene 'cause All this money in the bank (uhh) He lucky if he live When he cross me That's not red leather Bloods on the car seat Ain't it funny How he came with a posy Now them caskets Gonna be a little costly This not a switchblade It's a keyblade Ima Piss in face For a keepsake This ain't pay back Bitch It's just a Rebate Congratulations, won a grave In a Sweepstake She remind me of Persephone She down on her knees think she blessing me Made her weak yeah, fulfill her fantasies Kill the pussy ima have to let it Rest In Peace Now I got that bitch Messing up my leather seats This shit custom I don't care about the cleaning fees No discussion, we just fucking Then I fucking leave She know I'm busy She don't hold that shit against me
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