| None of my bitches like rappers, she overdosed on my mattress
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| That death metal stay blastin', she dying slow, it’s so tragic
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| I flip the bed, I burn the sheets
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| Leave the blood and I burn my weed
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| Pop pill, she dying slow
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| She so high, those eyes gone
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| Half asleep, and she half awake
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| Doing drugs, she don’t even eat
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| Dinner time, she passed her plate
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| She popped an extacy, she fuckin' me
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| The site of me, she bow down to me
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| Floating high above the balcony
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| Too high, she don’t even breath
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| She passed away, and resurrect for me
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| My bitch ride like a Model T
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| That’s till the motherfucking wheels fall off
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| Rapping cause I know how to piss you all off
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| I’mma take your first love, if you lookin' at me wrong
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| Stage, you’re a face from the crowd, I’m the man
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| Comin' round with the shit gettin' locked in the bed
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| Lost in the woods, burn it down to the ground
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| No shirt hair down, somewhere in your town
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| So high, I’m never coming down, coming down
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| So high, I’m never coming down, coming down, coming down
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| This is why I’m hot, and this is why I’m hot
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| None of my bitches like rappers, she overdosed on my mattress
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| That death metal stay blastin', she dying slow, it’s so tragic
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| None of my bitches like rappers, she overdosed on my mattress
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| That death metal stay blastin', she dying slow, it’s so tragic |