1 year ago
slow death
Lyrics
Yeah I'm posted with the cutter
Now the cutter cutting through
You's a dead ma' fucka'
Bleed out the bullets passin' you
If i don't get my money
I'll come for you
I love the blood
Misery, misery
I don't got no type
And i put that on my life
Now don't you ever think you're alive
Cause you're fucking dead ha!
Slow death!
If I don't get my money
I'll come for you
I love the blood
Misery, misery
I don't got no type
And I put that on my life
Now don't you ever think you're alive
Cause you're fucking dead ha!
Writer(s): Jacob Murphree
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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