Letras
Yeah
(It's Auntie)
(Chapter 17)
Ayy
God damn it
Shits out of control
I feel delirious
I'm spinning out
I did all this pink shit and I'm
Staring in the mirror now
Hot pink fur on the jacket
With the goose down
And I'm home alone
Tip-toeing up the marble stairs
In a mansion
God damn, my life is so unfair
You couldn't understand it
And you know I'm rich as fuck
But take it all for granted
I'ma spend a year's rent
And get my brain scrambled
Cause I am a drugged-out brat
Pink slip, no rental
I need you to hold my strap
I could never go to prison
You know what I say is cap
I fold under no pressure
Like a brat
Like a brat
I'ma always beat the system
Bat shit
Bitch I'm on fire like a match stick, yuh
In my casket, bout to get my ass licked
Yuh
Bitch
Oooh
Hold this Glock too
Police pull me over, I'ma blame this shit on you (ooh)
If I catch another felony, they'll give me life
Murder Macaroni I just bought another fuckin' knife
Bumpin' like some chicken pox
Kickin' doors in grippy socks
At your baby mama house
Puking in the litter box
Why my hatchet chop the police station padlocks?
Sneak up in that bitch
And chop them piggies into ham hocks
On my shit again
Ask mister Twissleton
He done seen me in the motherfucker gettin' it in
Dropped out, still made my own lettermans
Veteran
Keep a nut stain on my Pendleton
I'm eating carne asada until I'm Mexican
With the Hatchet Man
Tatted on my fucking skeleton
Cause I am a drugged-out brat