Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Coryaon Coryaon
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Coryaon Coryaon
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Coryaon Coryaon
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Lyrics
Bitch I'm in the zone like
Pop, shot, glock
I'm looking at you like
Drop, thot, slop
I got a Midas touch like
Gold on the top
Marksman with a knife like
Crop it like it's sharp
I'm so insane (insane, insane)
I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain)
These bitches lame (they lame they lame)
They don't wanna play a game
This world be so lovely sometimes
Not all the time
They don't take for granted all of mine
We all in line
They don't wanna feel the love anymore
I like this girl but she be acting just like a whore
I'm stopping (stop)
This shit (this shit)
I'm fucking (fuck)
My bitch
I'm not so happy I just wanna live life again
Damn, I just spent a band on some new shoes
And I spent another three grand on some new jewels
I just sold it
I just rode it
I'm on the train to hell
And I didn't wanna tell you
Bitch I'm in the zone like
Pop, shot, glock
I'm looking at you like
Drop, thot, slop
I got a Midas touch like
Gold on the top
Marksman with a knife like
Crop it like it's sharp
I'm so insane (insane, insane)
I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain)
These bitches lame (they lame they lame)
They don't wanna play a game
Yeah, I'm fed up with this shit
Need a bandage for this bondage
Masochism got me going crazy for this carnage
I'm a product of life, I'm a product of your god
This bitch really want some Prada, she ain't even let me hit it raw
What's wrong with me
She just hurt me
And all was for some Hermes
This bitch just fucked my homie
Tie a knot and spent some money in a gift shop
Hang your body let that shit drop (drop, drop)
What's inside of this
It looks like Death's kiss
I just signed a deal with the reaper and I just happened to tell you
Bitch I'm in the zone like
Pop, shot, glock
I'm looking at you like
Drop, thot, slop
I got a Midas touch like
Gold on the top
Marksman with a knife like
Crop it like it's sharp
I'm so insane (insane, insane)
I took it to the brain (to the brain, to the brain)
These bitches lame (they lame they lame)
They don't wanna play a game
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