Hardcore Bitches - ¡MAYDAY!

This for my hard core bitches

For my suicide girls

This for my hard core bitches

In a suicide world

Well hello Ms. mayhem, haters to the side

Tatted up waist band, ink up on your thigh

Taken' karma photos, your such a go go

Got the world watchin' but you actin' like you don’t know know

I’m lighting this one up and pouring you some whiskey

Doin' dirty things, you were born to do them with me

Rolling in a 6'1 Lincoln Continental

Suicide doors, suicide mental

Attention planet;

I’m in love, god dammit

With a girl got talent in a world so manic

Independent like fuck a man who?

But she still the type to go and wanna fuck a man too

Play this in your jukebox when she wanna few knocks

Poppin' out the tube top, hoping she don’t move shop

I’m layin' eyes on Havoc Hailey

Don’t ever let them call you crazy, baby

Hey gypsy

Tell me who I am with a glance, come and tempt me

Theses girls are vanilla, I need somethin' more trilla'

Please girl let me know if you can help me

I’m sorry if it’s forward but I need a certain type

And I’ve been noticin' you notice me all night me all night

Got sparrows on your chest for your whole life

Met you on the road cussin' on out vice

Nothin' nice and I love it so fuckin' stubborn

Fight to make up to wake up to more cummin'

So go ahead let theses bitches talk rubbish

They all look the same and spend there lives clubin'

One look one glance and you’re dead

Daddy’s little girl gone fuck up your head

She know I want her but she hard to get

Made another song for her again

Look, me I’m a God’s Girl kind of guy

You you look odd, kind of fly

Like the wings you got tatted on your back

Your pieced all over tell me where you got 'em at, shit

Nipple, tongue, clit, oh shit!

And the naval too

Encourage me to do what other men weren’t able to

Blame the internet it enabled you

All the girls jealous, so a ho is what they labeled you

You worth the lurkers on her cam

With the perverts you don’t immerse fans

I understand if you never wanna meet up

But please don’t stop sendin' pics of them «D» cups'

Matter fact it’s time to re-up

Make the chat private, so that no one else can see us

And after I finished runnin' charges on my Visa

I’m fallin' to me knees, please forgive me Lord Jesus

This for my hard core bitches