Testo di Horror Angels

Turnin' blood in gold Housin' in the coast I am flexin' with the gloss Flip a pack, oh, Young Rose Never lose the freaking pose Your boyfriend is fuckin' poser Dirty lyrics in the shit I am like: Wig split You're a bitch, call to me You a little little cursed So I cut, cut furs Pay attention to this verse Turn this camo to the black With the Glock make them sweat Run, run for your life If you listen to this claps Hundred bullets thin in your face Never give a fuck to the hate What the price that I paid