Crispness in the darkness of the sunset
Blood red all come from gypsies that lay dead
Best you play dead or you'll be full of regrets
When the systems comes feinding checks
You need to get to grinding sets
When life gives you lemons you make laments
Crying in the sunset while others drink lemonade
All these shitheads know is ak at the dollar store
F*cking hoes
I frankly don't know a lot more
When my dawg lay dead in the streets
Exceed past the stars with ma homie
Word to a oblique opossum looking at me like you Soft b
Whispers softly in my ear from a tree watching
My tears
Why are you such a bitch wood ya know I Chopped him down with and axe set the wood on Fire to fuel my house
Whatever happened to bitches in blouse
A Afghanistan the only one who abide by his plans
Extortionist have life easier than a working man
Coming home to his fam
Eating turkey ham
Just to get scammed
By Mr. big man
Crimson lays on the valley of death
Chicago lays dormant with bloody mess
I wish a bloody death
To anyone who f*cks with my check s
Rose blossom on the corpse of a soldier
Come paying up double serves to a filthy whore
Pay up your family eating rats mess over uncle Sam hell make you'll whole family pay
Window pane has blood stains
From them prebusecent tween low gleem of the Self esteem of thexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She crying to her son But who the f*ck knows Shes chopping onions
A younging sapling emerge out the tree
Green thumb and all pick his up his roots
Set him in desert, blazing hot sun drains his Energy
While I'm sipping monster what a monster Monsieur
Ay I know it ain't life a dirty whore
You can be 5 legged creature
Others born with perfect features It's good a cop A deleta it makes it go away
Bloodstain look like a mosaic
Call me Mona Lisa
Whats this red shit on my hands bitch
It's blood paint it on the pavement
Mr.Trappington - Bloody Whore Lyrics
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Crispness in the darkness of the sunset
Blood red all come from gypsies that lay dead
Best you play dead or you'll be full of regrets
When the systems comes feinding checks
You need to get to grinding sets
When life gives you lemons you make laments
Crying in the sunset while others drink lemonade
All these shitheads know is ak at the dollar store
F*cking hoes
I frankly don't know a lot more
When my dawg lay dead in the streets
Exceed past the stars with ma homie
Word to a oblique opossum looking at me like you Soft b
Whispers softly in my ear from a tree watching
My tears
Why are you such a bitch wood ya know I Chopped him down with and axe set the wood on Fire to fuel my house
Whatever happened to bitches in blouse
A Afghanistan the only one who abide by his plans
Extortionist have life easier than a working man
Coming home to his fam
Eating turkey ham
Just to get scammed
By Mr. big man
Crimson lays on the valley of death
Chicago lays dormant with bloody mess
I wish a bloody death
To anyone who f*cks with my check s
Rose blossom on the corpse of a soldier
Come paying up double serves to a filthy whore
Pay up your family eating rats mess over uncle Sam hell make you'll whole family pay
Window pane has blood stains
From them prebusecent tween low gleem of the Self esteem of thexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She crying to her son But who the f*ck knows Shes chopping onions
A younging sapling emerge out the tree
Green thumb and all pick his up his roots
Set him in desert, blazing hot sun drains his Energy
While I'm sipping monster what a monster Monsieur
Ay I know it ain't life a dirty whore
You can be 5 legged creature
Others born with perfect features It's good a cop A deleta it makes it go away
Bloodstain look like a mosaic
Call me Mona Lisa
Whats this red shit on my hands bitch
It's blood paint it on the pavement
Blood red all come from gypsies that lay dead
Best you play dead or you'll be full of regrets
When the systems comes feinding checks
You need to get to grinding sets
When life gives you lemons you make laments
Crying in the sunset while others drink lemonade
All these shitheads know is ak at the dollar store
F*cking hoes
I frankly don't know a lot more
When my dawg lay dead in the streets
Exceed past the stars with ma homie
Word to a oblique opossum looking at me like you Soft b
Whispers softly in my ear from a tree watching
My tears
Why are you such a bitch wood ya know I Chopped him down with and axe set the wood on Fire to fuel my house
Whatever happened to bitches in blouse
A Afghanistan the only one who abide by his plans
Extortionist have life easier than a working man
Coming home to his fam
Eating turkey ham
Just to get scammed
By Mr. big man
Crimson lays on the valley of death
Chicago lays dormant with bloody mess
I wish a bloody death
To anyone who f*cks with my check s
Rose blossom on the corpse of a soldier
Come paying up double serves to a filthy whore
Pay up your family eating rats mess over uncle Sam hell make you'll whole family pay
Window pane has blood stains
From them prebusecent tween low gleem of the Self esteem of thexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She crying to her son But who the f*ck knows Shes chopping onions
A younging sapling emerge out the tree
Green thumb and all pick his up his roots
Set him in desert, blazing hot sun drains his Energy
While I'm sipping monster what a monster Monsieur
Ay I know it ain't life a dirty whore
You can be 5 legged creature
Others born with perfect features It's good a cop A deleta it makes it go away
Bloodstain look like a mosaic
Call me Mona Lisa
Whats this red shit on my hands bitch
It's blood paint it on the pavement
Writer: Trap Ton
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