CURSEDWAGON E

Hustle ride the bike, bitch, in my Cadillac. Jumpin' right in black and Music life, Got brain. Hustle question, question, Questions flyin'. Got your house, your eyes are Rollin'. I'm your friend, your girlfriend. Fuck your life, I smoke your brain. Undertakin', middle of night. Hustle through my Cadillac. She said, "Whoa, we go dinner." She was cool, but bitch, we're digger. I said, "Hi, you call me Crawley." But I drunk and fuckin' lame. Hi, pussy motherfucker. All the milfs suck my dick. If you get my phone, is ringin' like Jordan. Bitches love when I come in the room you See. Fuck it, I walk. Everything sounds like black and white. I see red, so you're violent. I'm in the shine, you feelin' like everything you See. Pain will cry. Learn me, animal, pussy motherfucker. Don't care, die for me. All the girls, No face, no sense in my mood is low. I can't feel your fear, crack flow. All the they follow door now. Visual hope, I should go. No, there's no bitches staring around. Find the right one make me beast. Screw her neck, make me beast. Something's coming, Ghost mask. And his friends are too high, got the black Curse. Run, run, little bitch, But you can't get me. I'm driving slow in the dangerous lane. Run, run, little bitch, but you can't get me. I'm driving slow in the dangerous lane. Run, run, little bitch, but you can't get I'm Driving slow in dangerous lane.