- $uicideboy$ Vices 歌詞
- $uicideboy$
- Swangin in that 64
Ridin with a dead ho
B!tch Im from that murder block
Dont give a fxck bout gettin caught
Its time to meet yo maker
Undertaker of the murder clan
Dont fxck with mark a$s b!tches
Send them off up in a ambulance
$chema boys and $uicide
C0ck it back its do or die
Time to make some mommas cry
I fantasize bout homicide
Creepin in the cemetery
Knuckin buckin with tha Cherry
Pu$sy boys dont fxck with fairies
Blood all on me like Im Carrie
Red rum
Red rum
Chop his body put him in the bag
Murder
Murder
Every time that 45 blast
Lame a$s b!tches, Im the devils bastard
(When I catch ya mark a$s slippin)
Ima blast ya
Well its that ammo-dodgin
In all camouflage and Im just flodgin
Loafin
Smokin
Chokin potent in my coffin
Loking
Toking up
Im coughing
Broken
Hoping that Im overdosing
Toting Glocks but never poking soaking thots
Im sure you not the b!tch I said you was
But you still a pu$sy boy
Yusa boy
Yusa pu$sy boy
Shout out JGRXXN and them schema boys
$uicideboy$ for life
59 and Hustle Family tight
Fxck a copyright Ill let you bite as much as you want
Light the blunt
Fahrenheit I stunt
Fxcking stuffing bodies in the trunk and then I fxcking grunt
You saying Oddy front because I fxcked your b!tch you punk
You saying Oddy front because I fxcked your b!tch you punk
See that n!ggasay he hard but i dont believe him
He so full of bulk, i aint ever seen him
See its JGRXXN with them $uicideBoy$
And we in that hoop ride
We bendin corners mane
Bout to make a stang
When you see the black rain you gon feel the pain
See yous a pu$sy boy i took your pu$sy boy
She suckin on my d!ck while I press record
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