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• Artiste: Prodigy (Rapper)
• Titre: Flirting With Death
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Yeah Fuckin' ayahuasca Psychedelic art, I use my brush Paint pretty lil' cannabis trees Magic mushroom, got your body (Damn) Lookin' like candy, girl I had a rough life, I'm just tryna chill Live, love, laugh, and learn Your ex fucked you over, you got burned Now you on your Iceberg Slim shit A frozen heart, female pimp shit (Now that's cold) She the fem' version of me And we the new version of Mickey and Mallory They never seen no shit like us I cut a nigga neck open, don't touch I jump straight out the window without thinkin' And she'll do the same for me without blinkin' Flirtin' with death, her lipstick on my neck She want me all for herself, but I ain't done with life yet (Uh) Flirtin' with death (QB), her lipstick on my neck She want me all for herself (Yeah), but I ain't done with life yet She bananas and I stay with a banana clip A gymnastic, ready and willin' to flip Fantastic, ride without the whip Now that's my kinda chick She could never be a plain Jane (No) No days of life are ever mundane (No) Rock princess cut 'cause she got this (Got this) Pull up in a European goin' topless You and I together is not to play with We are smoke as fire and we stay lit (Tss) Now your ex is hurtin', too late, kid You can look, but don't touch, or get wasted Better know you on your can't-lose, win shit With your hourglass figure lookin' priceless Nowhere in the world than you'd rather be with me And we gon' hold it down for now and until eternity, what? Just trust The way we run up it, exotic in my cut We 'bout to burn it down and give you all a body rush The way we run it up, exotic in my dutch We 'bout to burn it down and give you all a body rush Flirtin' with death, her lipstick on my neck (The way we run up it, exotic in my cut) She want me all for herself, but I ain't done with life yet (We 'bout to burn it down and give you all a body rush) Flirtin' with death, her lipstick on my neck (The way we run up it, exotic in my dutch) She want me all for herself, but I ain't done with life yet (We 'bout to burn it down and give you all a body rush)