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Blood-blood drippin′ off my braids
Persuade 'em with the blade
Bitch, I call a spade a spade
There ain′t no need for throwin' shade
You know I keep that contraband
$uicide in high demand
Keep a handful of them Xans', and a fully loaded mag′
Afterlife pimpin′, got them rims on a casket
Bitches on my mattress, fuck 'em all backwards
Walkin′ corpse, stalkin' 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 blowin' on some sour D
Fuck an idol, no one towers over me
Hopefully, openly talkin' ′bout all of my emotions
Ocean deep, sink into the bottom
Openin′ up all my fuckin' problems
Bitch, I promise I′ll become forgotten, rotten
Fuckin' 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 pressin′ me, uh
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Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arcenaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
