Femmes Damnées

eagle bidness

i hear it calling my name 
anotha pill to the face
we inna mudd sippin paint 
we runnin away from our pain
we done said some things in vain
and i think i’m runnin out of faith
she lied straight to my face 

i think i might buss down this watch just to show it in her face 
i think i might double up my cup just to pour  away the pain
sometimes i think to myself could it have gone any other way 
never believed in hell but maybe i just should’ve prayed 
i’d do any fucking thang, just to see you one last day 
never got to say goodbye and that’s gon stay with me to tha grave 
everytime i try to make this song i just wanna throw it all away 
was already sippin mudd but now i gotta taste for the drank 
ima hold it down for you, can’t let anyone talk down on your name
cause i know if it was me, that you’d really do the same 
right now i’m sippin red, pour more and more in my fucking lemonade 
lately i’m feeling dead, that’s why i swear i love it when it rain

i hear it calling my name 
anotha pill to the face
we inna mudd sippin paint 
we runnin away from our pain
we done said some things in vain
and i think i’m runnin out of faith
she lied straight to my face

to tha grave (prod 7000 & axjunior)

we gotta beam onna choppa jus like rainbow six
if it’s some smoke we gon blow his house down like that shit made of sticks 
yea, if it’s some smoke we gon light his ass up like a flicka da bic 
i’m scorin them racks with my brothas in arms i swear we like da money militia 
i’m fuckin dat hoe in the back of her car like after this shit i won’t miss her 
i’m still takin prescription pills that kill for real it’s stuck to my mental 

kel tec gon spit lead we don’t give a fuck if it hit 
whole damn squad got glocks yea bitch we equipped 
and yea we gon run his ass down, boy dont run dont trip 
yea, we got our hands on sum moppas we got our hands some sticks 

and we got plugs for the yatta so we gon break down some bricks 
now she playin wit her nose she might just pick up the blick 
and yea that boy so mad yea cause i’m fucking his bitch 
at Vivienne westwood shoppin like which one should i pick 
we rockin margiela and prada no i ain’t wearin no rick 

and i sold my soul to the devil , just for a bean and a blick 
yea i sold my soul gone forever, jus for a glock wit a dick 
and i know she ain’t any better , i know she still usin that shit 
now she playin wit her nose, she just been doin that coke 
i done turned a smart bitch to a damn hoe 
i jus put a geek bitch on them damn beans 
now she fuckin wit the lean, now she fuckin wit the oxy
drop xan right in my drink
give a fuck about my needs, don’t give a fuck bout anything 
pour a line up in my soda , so i can feel like im free
pour a line up in my soda , so i can feel like im free

to tha grave (prod 7000 & axjunior)

grabba