Cold Hart - W1ll U D1e For M3 lyrics

Jerick Quilisadio

[Cold Hart - W1ll U D1e For M3 lyrics]

It's that death potion sippin' like
I'm ready to die
It's that night time void
Never lookin' alive
I got bags on my eyes
I got bags for the flight
We got bags like the furies
Yeah we ready to fight
Fizzy mist
Goth messages that I'll never read
Bitch I run, here I hurt
You was looking for me
GothBoiClique, that shit
Ain't nothin' to me
Just let it rest, now I'm dapper
I got money on me
Running 'round the states
I don't need no one
Young lost boy, I don't wanna see the sun
Muscle cars, ripped shirts
Feeling like white trash


Walking, Rolls shines through it, whores
Then she throw it back

Fuck you doing
'Cause you ain't on shit
I'm feeling nauseous
So bitch be cautious
Watch your fucking step when
You walk around me
All black, all day, that's just me, hoe
I don't want you if you
Talking like a free hoe
I want that loyalty, will you die for me

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