Death & Designer
Uh huh
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Listen...
With this blower I'm a classical composer
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
With my emotions I am known to lose composure
Know the champagnes overflowin'
But his tone. He better lower
In this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
Don't tell me you
Can't feel my soul
When I got these views
Watchin bodies turn cold
The darkness I've seen
Pain that I know
I dress these wounds in designer clothes
But my heart still froze
I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me
Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me
Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me
And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh)
(Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh)
With this blower I'm a classical composer
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
With my emotions I am known to lose composure
Know the champagnes overflowin'
But his tone. He better lower
In this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
Don't tell me you
Can't feel my soul
When I got these views
Watchin bodies turn cold
The darkness I've seen
Pain that I know
I dress these wounds in designer clothes
But my heart still froze
I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me
Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me
Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me
And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh)
(Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh)
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah
Listen...
With this blower I'm a classical composer
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
With my emotions I am known to lose composure
Know the champagnes overflowin'
But his tone. He better lower
In this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
Don't tell me you
Can't feel my soul
When I got these views
Watchin bodies turn cold
The darkness I've seen
Pain that I know
I dress these wounds in designer clothes
But my heart still froze
I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me
Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me
Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me
And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh)
(Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh)
With this blower I'm a classical composer
Knock his head right off his shoulders
Turn this Magnum to an Opus in this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
With my emotions I am known to lose composure
Know the champagnes overflowin'
But his tone. He better lower
In this...
Bitch
In this Bitch
Don't tell me you
Can't feel my soul
When I got these views
Watchin bodies turn cold
The darkness I've seen
Pain that I know
I dress these wounds in designer clothes
But my heart still froze
I keep my east side niggas on the WestSide wit me
Keep a bag and a stick on the bedside wit me
Niggas turned bitch, thats a less-on to me
And my life done switched like I'm Wheelchair Jimmy, (ahhh)
(Ah- ahh- ahhhhhahhhhhhhh)
Credits
Writer(s): Malcolm Mays
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