$uicideboy$ - South Side Suicide[BassBoosted by SLVND3R] | Текст песни

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• South Side Suicide[BassBoosted by SLVND3R]

Yuh, yuh, yuh
South Side $uicide, kill yourself, ho
Say you gettin' money but your numbers don't show
You a liar, baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
For anyone that's tryna get by us
I been thinkin' a lot
I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
Robb told me you gotta get it how you live
Told that bitch \"You better get up out my biz\"
Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like his
You don’t want no issue with
Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
I got anxiety so I can’t really do an interview
Don't come close to me
I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'sposed to be
Independent, tell the label to get over me
I'm over here with my peers gettin' rich point blank
Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink
Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want
Walk how you want, my job is the shit
I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet
Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola
Okay, maybe, cause jealousy make a man go crazy
Money make a motherfucker hate me
One thousand bitches they all wanna date me
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