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Mix by me & @03osc :D
Princess, Princess, Why you cut your wrist?
Goth princess in my trap house, You know what it do
Gotta get my paper, We Stay smoking that gorilla glue
Bitch we blessed up, Hello kitty crew we stunt on you
Yeah I’m a princess, I cut my wrist, But I count money too
They ask me what is new, Where should I start
You don’t have a clue
Live my life like a movie, But you’re not in the credits
I roll a Dutch on your bitch, Smoke that shit
She suck my dick, Make love to me
I tell her, baby come for me
When have you ever felt that free?
They tell me
Princess, princess, why you cut your wrist?
I do it cuz I love my bitch
She lick my blood, and suck my dick
They ask me , princess, princess, why you cut your wrist?
I do it to know that I’m real, lick my blood and make me feel
I’m fucking blacked out, blacked out, I did too much dope
Fuck all of this drug shit, I don’t like it, it’s just how I cope
Acting like you know me, I highly doubt that bitch, don’t you lie
Staying up at night, think about things that make you want to die
But you can’t cry, it’s too much pain
Too much shit that’s clouding your brain
Some people think that I’m insane, but maybe I am, it’s okay
Name one genius you know bitch, that ain’t so fucking crazy
Talking all this shit up on my name, like fuck you bitch, pay me
They ask me, princess, princess, why you cut your wrist?
To numb the pain, so I do six
Six lines up on my wrist
Still they fucking ask me, princess, princess, why you cut your wrist?
Don’t talk to me, yous a bitch, HKWD, we lit
- Genre
- Trap