
Date of issue: 07.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
April Mourning |
Blood dripping off my braids |
Persuade 'em 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' |
Afterlife 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 |
Six times three |
If I was a key on the board, I’d probably be delete or escape |
Either way, you’re pressing me, uh |
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