cyanide full lyrics Song by Paris Texas

Tastes
She tastes

She tastes like cyanide
I think she’s dead inside
My face looks like a grave
She lied in mine
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)
She tastes (she tastes), like cyanide (like cyanide)
I think she’s dead inside (dead inside)
My face (my face), looks like (looks like), a grave
She lied in mine (ooh)
A grave, she lied in mine (ooh)

Off
A little bit coke i’m geeked
So u know i can’t rest in peace
And i nailed this shit like jesus
How you still don’t with **k me
I got clout before i ever got you
And that shit **k up my ego
Better get with a nigga that’s regal
Cuz you can’t find somebody that’s equal

She taste
Like cyanide
I think she’s dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine
She taste
Like cyanide
I think she’s dead inside
My face looks like
A grave she lied in mine

Flirtin’ with the check before I **k
She just caught me screaming “what the **k?”
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it’s a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone

Flirtin’ with the check before I **k
She just caught me screaming “what the **k”
Now I feel this turning in my gut
Bitches make me sick, need Kaiser
In my veins it’s a iceberg
I could feel my blood turn cold
Mourning every truth I thought you told
With the stale face
Tombstone