xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
xul south pacific trading co. est 1918
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm mysterious
Hop on baby and I told 'em I'm [?]
My pockets fat when I walk up the stairs
And I caught yo bitch lacking 'cause she like to stare
I like that bitch, yeah, that bitch on my hair
Yeah, I might hit her up, yeah, that bitch over there
We don't stare- (Tactile), we don't care
Me and my bros go so hard in they-
I fuck that- I fuck that bitch, I done make her delirious
She said she love me like, bitch, are you serious?
Time to fuck me, hit her right on her period
That bitch g- that bitch g- that bitch got blue eyes, I feel mysterious
Shut the fuck up like I'm not finna hear it
She pull up on my desk and I eat it
Lately I feel like I'm losing my spirit, yuh
[Verse]
Feel like I'm losing my spirit
Bitch tryna ghost, tryna hurt on my feelings
Bitches wanna fuck when I walk in the building
And I'm all out of healing (Alright)
And I'm all out of healing
Yeah, I'm all out of healing
Yeah, woah, I'm all out of healing (Woah, yeah)
All out of healing
Just wanna fucking die (Fucking die)
Just wanna fucking die (Fucking die)
I wanna fucking die (Fucking die)
[Chorus]
Bitch, I'm mysterious
Hop on baby and I told 'em I'm [?]
My pockets fat when I walk up the stairs
And I caught yo bitch lacking 'cause she like to stare
I like that bitch, yeah, that bitch on my hair
Yeah, I might hit her up, yeah, that bitch over there
We don't stare- (Tactile), we don't care
Me and my bros go so hard in they [?]
I fuck that bitch, I done make her delirious
She said she love me like, bitch, are you serious?
Time to fuck me, hit her right on her period
That bitch got blue eyes, I feel mysterious
Shut the fuck up like I'm not finna hear it
She pull up on my desk and I eat it
Lately I feel like I'm losing my s- yuh- yuh
[Outro]
Feel like I'm losing my spirit
Bitch tryna ghost, tryna hurt on my feelings
Bitches wanna fuck when I walk in the building
And I'm all out of healing (Alright)
And (I'm all out of healing)
Yeah (I'm all out of healing)
Yeah, I'm all out of healing
Yeah, woah, I'm all out of healing (Woah, yeah)
All out of healing
Just wanna fucking die (Fucking die)
Just wanna fucking die (Fucking die)
I wanna fucking die (Fucking-)
Healing was written by xul south pacific trading co. est 1918.