SUICIDEBOYS X BLACK SMURF - BLACK SUICIDE | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: $lick $loth]
Steady ridin' low
Eyes steady swole
Feel like Death Row, 1994
$uicide tears dripping off our mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistols in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees with that indo sparking
Bitch don't even look my way cause I fucking hate talking
Got them spinners on a hearse
Bitches for dessert
Pour me up a four I'm sipping codeine till the dirt

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Riding round Texas in a Lexus with a Florida license plate
Out of state
Eating grapes
Blowing dank
No we ain't
Bitch it's the dry as fucking wheat
Slick having a panic attack put the Mac on his lap and now he making beats
Smurf in the back trying to get some sleep
Gas tank on E
Not a stain on me
Sun set cool breeze
Looking at the moon and then I turn into a goon
I'm doing what I please
Throwing up some fucking 3's

[Verse 3: Black Smurf]
Sliding deep while I’m tippin' trying to run cash out
Steady fiending more income like Death Row
What I gotta do to get high
These problems I’m facing
Like to smoke a J in my right hand
Got bitches just like YouTube
Get the camera man, and then open hand
For the cab man, ain’t no telling what a nigga do to ya
Shake ya hand, and just shoot through ya
I’m the man that you show respect when you see cruisin' through
Either that, or get to that fat dope
Matter of fact, I’d rather run bands or
Meet the pocket, chop a mini rocket launching?
Stay out the way or get backdoored
Nigga

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