Bleed Thru

Baby girl, I wanna know are you really, really 'bout it?
I just flew us to an island, I'm so high, don't need no pilot
Don't you leave me, you know I need you, that pussy mine
I might bleed through and come and eat you, you know it's time

I swear I don't need nobody else, I'm on my own this time
Brodie drunk eight and I drunk eight and we ain't even spare a line
I swear these lil' niggas be bitches, I might put his ass in timeout
Don't trust one of you lil' niggas, I dap you with my .9 out
Said she wanna pick my mind out, well let's get to the pickin'
When I wake up, smoke a Backwood, then I go and handle business
Hope they let me up to Heaven, I've been doing all this sinning
And my brodie get knocked off for shootin' shit, there ain't no witness
R.I.P. to all my dawgs, they can't keep me out the kitchen
And my dawgs was sellin' dope and that pack be hella vicious
All by myself I went far, I ain't need me no mention
No, I can't fuck you raw 'cause I can't have no children

Baby girl, I wanna know are you really, really 'bout it?
I just flew us to an island, I'm so high, don't need no pilot
Don't you leave me, you know I need you, that pussy mine
I might bleed through and come and eat you, you know it's time



Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Jarrod Fisher
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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