III - Bleed lyrics

[Intro: Kami de Chukwu] My n***a told me to bleed on this b**h I'mma bleed on this b**h We blood [Verse: Kami de Chukwu] The perfect picture: Prada purses and perky titties, baller weather Pimps played in designer leathers Plenty pockets, hold them hoes we have plenty pockets She say my name in many octaves Teriyaki, the bottles pour up, that's plenty sake Shrimps was cut, the suits Versace, that's Liberace I liberate ya, say you love it they love to hate ya Different dishes and fancy fragrance, my salutations Lines of that Katy Perry got me feeling something stupid How the f** you fall in love? I taught myself to k** a cupid Porcelain Porsches I drive myself to the intercourse Driving on private courses, you n***as did mini-golf The b**hes Dominican, some coming from Cairo Bend their back like they practiced that, chiroprac-acrobats f** did he mean? Life's a circus, a scene Rare selvedge my seams - what a beaut, my jeans Nah, swear me no nervous, just sniff these rocks salts purpose Straps on my verses, we trying to stack up these purses Take up on ya Bread dirt ain't ya, put the makeup on ya Don't f**ing go on up like...