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letra de suicidal 'thoughts (dj white lotus runaway mashup) - dj white lotus

[verse 1: the notorious b.i.g. & rick james]
[(-phone callin’-)] when i die, f-ck it, i wanna go to h-ll, ’cause i’m a piece of sh-t, it ain’t hard to motherf-ckin’ tell
it don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven with the goodie-goodies, dressed in white, i like black timbs and black hoodies
god’ll probably have me on some real strict sh-t, no sleepin’ all day, no gettin’ my d-ck l!cked
hangin’ with the goodie-goodies, loungin’ in paradise, f-ck that sh-t, i wanna tote guns and shoot dice
all my life i been considered as the worst, lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out hеr purse
crime after crimе from drugs to extortion, i know my mother wish she got a f-ckin’ abortion
she don’t even love me like she did when i was younger, suckin’ on her chest just to stop my f-ckin’ hunger, i wonder if i died, would tears come to her eyes?
forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies, my baby mother’s 8th months, her little sister’s 2, who’s to blame for both of them? (look at ya, look at ya, look at ya!)
i swear to god i want to just slit my wrists and end this bullsh-t, ‘throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pullsh-t and squeeze until the bed’s completely red
i’m glad i’m dead, a worthless f-ckin’ buddha head, the stress is buildin’ up, i can’t, i can’t believe
suicide’s on my f-ckin’ mind, i wanna leave, i swear to god i feel like death is f-ckin’ callin’ me

[chorus: kanye west, chase a, the notorious b.i.g. & p. diddy]
uh, and i always find, yeah, i always find somethin’ wrong (nah, you wouldn’t understand…)
you been puttin’ up with my sh-t (hey!) just way too long (ayo b.i.g., ayo b.i.g.!)
i’m so gifted at findin’ what i don’t like the most (please hang up and try your call again’…), so i think it’s time for us to have a toast…
let’s have a toast for the douchebag’s, let’s have a toast for the assh0l-‘s, let’s have a toast for the scumbag’s…
eeryone of ‘them that i know, let’s have a toast for the jerk-off’s, that’ll never take work off, baby, i got a plan: runaway fast as you ‘can!

[verse 2: the notorious b.i.g.]
you see, it’s kinda like the crack did to pookie in new jack, except when i cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back, ‘should i die on the train track like ramo in beat street?
people at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me, my baby mama kiss me, but she glad i’m gone
she know me and her sister had somethin’ goin’ on, i reach my peak, i can’t speak
call my n-gga chic, tell him that my will is weak, i’m sick of n-ggas lyin’, i’m sick of b-tches hawkin’, matter of fact, i’m sick of talkin’…
[outro]
[(-gunshot-)] please hang up and try your call again’…

- dj white lotus

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