$UICIDE BOY$ - Black Suicide | Текст песни

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• $UICIDE BOY$
• Black Suicide

{​verse 1: Scrim}​
Steady ridin low
Eyes steady swole
Feel like death row, 1994
$uicide tears, drippin off on mothers
Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard
Got a couple black tees, with that indo sparkin
Bitch dint even look my way cus I fuckin hate talkin
Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches fo dessert
Pour me up a four, I'm sippin codeine till the dirt

{​verse 2: oddy}​
Ridin round tex(as) in a lex(us) wit a florida liscense plate
Outta state, eatin grapes, blowin dank, no yay, bitch
Dry as fuckin weed
Slick, havin the panic attack with the mac in his lap
And now you makin beats
Smurf in the back gonna get some sleep
Gas tank on E, another state, all me so i set
Cool breeze lookin at the moon and then i turn
Into a goon im doin what i please
Throwin up some fuckin threes

{​verse 3: Black Smurf}​
Slight D while im tipped trynna run catch up
Steady fienin mo income
Like damn bro what i gotta do get high tho
Yo promblems, im faced
Like this smooth j in my right hand
Got bitches just like you too
Its a cab man,i dont-, oh wait here
Fo the cash man ain't no tellin
What a nigga'll do to ya
Check ya head and just shoot through ya
Im the man that you show respect
When ?? either that or get ??
Matta fact i ratha run banzuke
Mista pocket choppa mini rocket launcher
Stay out the way or get back dude, nigga

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