Testo di April Mourning

Blood dripping off my braids Persuade them with the blade Bitch I call a spade a spade There ain't no need for throwing shade You know I keep that contraband $uicide in high demand Keep a hand full of them xans and a fully loaded mag After life pimpin' got them rims on a casket Bitches on my mattress Fuck 'em all backwards Walking corpse stalking courts Show 'em no remorse Corner store sippin' fours Fresh up off a tour Bitch Tulip flower petals shower me in slow Motion while I'm blowing on some sour D Fuck an idol No one towers over me Hopefully openly talking bout all of my emotions Ocean deep Sink into the bottom Opening up all my fucking problems Bitch I promise I'll become forgotten/rotten Fucking spotted on the concrete 6 times 3 If I was a key on the board I'd probably be delete or escape Either way you're pressing me ho