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letra de $uicideboy$ - carrollton (ft. xxxtentacion) - prod. bad dude

[intro: juicy j]
play me some of that $uicide pimpin’, man

[verse 1: lil cut throat]
you motherf-ckers pitiful, i’m too sick of you
i’m a walking visual, you boys refillable
unforgivable, once you cross me, ho
now you a motherf-cking stain to lil cut throat (pop!)
let the guns bang
nuts hang, drug game ain’t the same
“$avage” tatted on my face
grey ape
blazing while we hotbox
f-ck a badge, f-ck a cop, even if the k hot
watch me bust on any block
northside knotty
scope on the shotty, semi blow ya body
tony gripping on the tommy, b-tch
i bite the head off a bat like i’m ozzy
you got a problem motherf-cker? come and try me
i’m nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
norf, norf, east side -59
tony gripping tommy
f-ck around end up get your body, autopsy
i be that walking zombie, bath salts
eating bodies
three choppa’s and a shotty shooting everybody
cigarette wet wet, bumpin’ boosie badazz
on them drugs, jiggin’
jaws locked—clinching
trigger finger itching if you think i’m kidding
smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
f-ck a backwood, swisher’s what i use, boy
smoke what i choose, do what i wanna do
motherf-ck you and (ruby—) your punk friends too
[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
ruby blunt lit, lungs itch, b-tch, i like the sting
smoking potent thinking i’m the chosen one, b-tch, i’m a king
i can hear my dead homies sing
now my eyes always hurtin’, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, ayy
hol’ up f-ckboy, who the f-ck said we cool?
man, i quit smoking with hypebeasts back in 2002
what it do? motherf-cker, i’m a fool
ruby da cherry is cooling with goblins
if you got a problem, then you better move
from the womb to the tomb
busting out early, busting out soon
blackout the city, i’m back on them 30s
in ’bout twenty minutes we’ll be on the moon, uh
drugs got me f-cked up, sl-ts got me drugged up, f-ck
slam my face against a pill to crush it up
government id helps me get high
seeing stars in the mirror like i’m looking with a bright beam
lime green paint but the rims looking spike lee
mighty be sloppy, might be c-cky, am i in the right scene?
highly unlikely, and i’m willing to f-cking bet
leave a p-ssy wet then i leave a p-ssy wet
i’m a f-cking vet, i’m a motherf-cking threat
g-59 the set, g-59 will make you sweat
“i don’t give a f-ck” is my f-cking epithet
lace up my nike decades, meet me at heaven’s gate
7th ward by the lake ’til my death
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
ayy,yuh,ayy
george w. bush right on her p-ssy, yeah (uh, uh, uh)
yeah, curious george n-gga lookin’ boy, you so p-ss’, yeah (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
yeah, hit my line for the n-gga d-ck, check my twitter, yeah
yeah, they call me yung dagger d-ck, that’s my handle, yeah (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
yeah, she grab on my d-ck like a handle, ayy
lil’ b-tch, i got on jesus sandals, hey
x is an animal, mammal, ayy
lil’ b-tch got the back of a camel (huh? yeah)
p-ssy boy, you look like a randall (yeah)
p-ssy boy, you look like a daniel (yeah)
b-tch, i’m known to get ghost, danny phantom
and if you throwing, throw the p-ssy through a tantrum, whoa
oh she ratchet, i might smash her
bend that backwards, i might pass her
homie on casper, geekin’ like dexter
i do magic, no distraction
yeah, my flow’s on destructo disc
too afraid to cuff a b-tch
these boys on that sucker sh-t
feature price went up as sh-t like
“oh, big deal, are you satan?”
i reply like, “are you playin’?”
slurp on p-ssy like lo mein
i’m progressive like flo, man
therapist knocking at my f-cking door, man
my body just look like g.i. joe, man
feds askin’ questions, i don’t f-cking know man
kim jong un to the f-cking flow, man
like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, lash like whip, mm
diamond baller, broke my shoulder
she wan’ f-ck but can’t come over (ayy, ayy)
when i met your shorty, hit the running man, mm
hopped out of jail, made a hunnid bands, mm
kkk, i’m just hanging, man, mm
chris rock, n-ggas acting funny, man, hm
my money stretching like luffy, uh
like disney, these n-ggas is goofy, uh
i don’t f-ck with snakes but like gucci, uh
these n-ggas act fool for some coochie, uh
i will not go back to jail, uh
these n-ggas is blind, need braille, huh
watch how i switch, watch how i switch
nut on her, switch, watch how i- mm
n-gga, where the f-ck is your energy? cannot mimic your enemy
play p-wn defending me, i can palm you n-ggas
’cause i warned you n-ggas, i never swung you n-ggas
i don’t need no motherf-ckers shoulders to lean on
way i ditch her p-ssy, i treat it like ding dong
harder than the kim possible theme song
haha
[outro]
“you’ll come off of your drunken stupor from bourbon street, sat-rday night—get up in time to go to mass on sunday
morning, and you tell god you’re sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again.”

- prod bad dude

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