歌词
Swingin through the motha ****in guillotine
Few hoes in the back of a limousine
2 phones on my lap and some hennesy
Cut me out of this life with one swing of the knife
Just please
Youll cut me out of your life with one swing of the knife
Cut me out of my life with one swing of the knife
Back to the old man talkin
Dead man walkin
Bad *****es stalkin
When i hit the function
They flock like crows to a rotting corpse
Beat that ***** up, i show no remorse
Back home, all alone, what have i become?
Self hate i perfect, what ive really done
Flat rate on my check
Band prints on ya neck
Better watch ya tounge, hoe
I wasnt paid for this ****
***** i was made for this ****
Head on the floor
Drugs on the table
Hoes on my mind
Livin a fable
That i couldnt ever write
**** this life im living
I wasnt paid for this ****
***** i was made for this ****
Head on the floor
Drugs on the table
Hoes on my mind
Livin a fable
That i couldnt ever write
**** this life im living
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