Pulp Fiction Cold Hart

Bitch I feel like Lil Peep, I got molly in my mouth
Fienin shawty on my dick and she dancin like a ballerina
I don't want shit
I just want love and money
Baby you so sweet
Yeah you taste just like honey
I just halved a mill with my brother
I just split a pill with my brother
Trust in my clique, trust no other
Bitch I love you like no other

And they can’t hold you down like I can
Touchin’ on your body like a iPad
We can take a trip out to the thraxx
Shawty said she love the way I run pass, yeah
She got bag under her eyes and they Gucci
She the girl at the end of the movies
Pulp fiction
You the only bitch I’m missin

Cause they can't compare, no no
And I can't help
I know the feelings there
So won't you come right here

Always, I know
You'll be at my show
Watching, waiting
I’m yours, so take me
Yeah take me