Lyrics

Cannot fuck with my head Bitch I won't see you again I got bitches on my clothes And one looks like your friend I got studded bullet belts And I'll pull a goth bitch Got a fucking DSR You gon have to run quick Baby come and fucking kiss me You gon make eyes blue Got me bleeding like a zombie Whenever I lose you Ion give a fuck about her Fuck what we have been through Got a bitch so obsessed with me Got her licking on my boots Imma cut her up And imma make that bitch a mess Got me rotting in my coffin Cuz I'm so fucking depressed #44angles yeah Bitch we so fucking up next Saw the fear inside her eyes When I put blades up to her neck I already told you that I was suicidal I'll find a gun and shoot my head with a rifle Nobody want beef with me I'll always see my rival Imma stack this money Getting bigger than the iPhone Eiffel Tower Sex money and power I'm so skinny i might fall Down the drain in the shower I could kill a song Any day and any hour Me and the kid in the mix like some chowder Cannot fuck with my head Bitch I won't see you again I got bitches on my clothes And one looks like your friend I got studded bullet belts
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Toby Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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