CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Spas12
Yuh, blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Black hair, black nails
That's my type of b*t*h, she should tell me how she feels like
Need a goth b*t*h who can tell me what it feels like
I don't feel a thang, got a perky in my windpipe
If you wanna fight, I be rolling with a steel pipe
Blood on my raps, I be kicking in a fistfight
240 next night, troll with the blades out
Go psycho for this never on a break now
You should run away, you don't wanna be the reason
Pull up with the gang, then I pull up with a legion
Suicidal thoughts, got me tipping on a potion
She don't wanna f**k, she just wanna give me motion
I don't do the love, I don't really do emotion
B*t*h you getting cut off like I pull up as a shogun
Pull up with a scythe like I'm Kite in the right hand
Blade on my back, and a knife in a knife dance
Black tear stain, long coat like Itachi
Feel no pain, cold bain with the Mazzi
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Black hair, black nails
That's my type of b*t*h, she should tell me how she feels like
Need a goth b*t*h who can tell me what it feels like
I don't feel a thang, got a perky in my windpipe
If you wanna fight, I be rolling with a steel pipe
Blood on my raps, I be kicking in a fistfight
240 next night, troll with the blades out
Go psycho for this never on a break now
You should run away, you don't wanna be the reason
Pull up with the gang, then I pull up with a legion
Suicidal thoughts, got me tipping on a potion
She don't wanna f**k, she just wanna give me motion
I don't do the love, I don't really do emotion
B*t*h you getting cut off like I pull up as a shogun
Pull up with a scythe like I'm Kite in the right hand
Blade on my back, and a knife in a knife dance
Black tear stain, long coat like Itachi
Feel no pain, cold bain with the Mazzi
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
Blacked out Bentley coup b*t*h, and I'm dyin'
Blade on my wrist, back seat and I'm cryin'
We don't f**k with ya, if you want it you can try it
You should run away, 'fore you end up as a diet
