Songtext von Spas12

Yuh, Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet Black hair, Black nails That's my type of bitch, she should tell me how she feels like Need a goth bitch who can tell me what it feels like I don't feel a thang, got a perc in my windpipe If you wanna fight, I be rolling with a steel pipe Blood on my raps, I be kicking in a fistfight 240 next night, troll with the blades out Go psycho for this never on a break now You should run away, you don't wanna be the reason Pull up with the gang, then I pull up with a legion Suicidal thoughts, got me tipping on a potent She don't wanna fuck, she just wanna give me motion I don't do the love, I don't really do emotion Bitch you getting cut off like I pull up as a shogun Pull up with a scythe like I'm Kite in the right hand Blade on my back, and a knife in a knife dance Black tear stain, long coat like Itachi Feel no pain, cold bain with the Mazzi Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet Blacked out Bentley coup bitch, and I'm dyin' Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin' We don't fuck bitch if you want it you can try it You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet