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letra de shameless $uicide - $uicideboy$ & shakewell

[intro: $crim]
we-we-welcome to the—
we-we-welcome to the intro—
we-we-welcome to the intro of the shameless—
we-we-welcome to the intro of the shameless $ui—
we-we-welcome to the intro of the shameless $uicide
(you did good, sl!ck, it’s a smash)
we-we-welcome to the intro of the shameless $uicide
(lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced, lo-lo-lo-locced
locced out, loccеd out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo-loccеd
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo—)
uh, wetto, wetto, wetto
[verse 1: $crim]
woke up today lookin’ for the f-cking homicide (yeah)
magician with the glock, i make it pop and blow his mind (pop, pop, pop)
relapse off a pill, f-ckin’ shameless suicide (you did what?)
hold up, b-tch, shut up, quit f-ckin’ with my high
ch-ch-chain so cold, got my neck on cryotherapy (brr)
gang says it’s, “f-ck ’em,” then it’s , “f-ck ’em,” they my enemies (grey)
rappers, they delusional, thinkin’ they a friend of me (who?)
paid a hundred million sayin’, “f-ck you,” to the industry
let me see (oh), pulled up on the devil and i broke him
let me see, i make millionaires from my coattail recipe (oh)
okay, workin’ on the list of people dead to me
-59 peekin’, i’ma sell it for the grey in me (grey, grey, grey)
got me hot, now i’m f-cked, don’t tell me, “calm down” (north, north)
northbound k!ller with that eastern block sound (north, north)
not from downtown, but my house up in the sticks (north, north)
my chain hold a drum but my wrist don’t test a million

[break: $crim]
(locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo—)

[verse 2: shakewell]
woke up in the morning, first feelin’ is the withdrawals
then i go and check my phone, rest in peace to my uncle charles
i’m callin’ ruby da cherry, the -59 consigliere
we all got crosses to carry, $crim told me to just to be ready
is god close? daddy got dementia, still, i make it work
big shake be the capo, got ammo for any battle turn
demon curse, third death in a month, i cannot map it out
let’s turn the world grey, it’s the only way we can make it out
seven hundred horses, i floored it (i need), i’m gon’ be gone ’til the mornin’ (i need)
my pinky ring be your mortgage (oh no, no), i know they hate me, oh well
got deadstock pints in the storage (i do), go ‘head and ship it, import it (i need)
irs hit me for forty, got thirty birds in the mail (ha-ha, ha)
either the morgue or a cell, they tryna lock me up (lock me up)
i’ma live forever, my name out, it ain’t no stoppin’ us (it ain’t no stoppin’ us)
suicide the mafia, seen boys inside the cartel
cartel, molotovs, toss ’em, and wish that boy well (sip!)
[break: $crim & ruby da cherry]
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out (sui-suicide)
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo— (mutt’s never gave a f-ck, hol’ up here)

[verse 3: ruby da cherry]
woke up like i gave a f-ck (f-ck), blunt laced with angel dust
‘nother bad habit formed and i can never blame the plug
shawty say she’ll make me nut (ayy), she such an impatient sl-t
all up in my ear (ayy, ayy), i’m ’bout to grab her mouth and tape it shut
slide the razor off my wrist, my fist is full of paper cut
me, shakewell and christ gotta get this money, we so shameless, bruh (ayy, ayy)
all of my diamonds hit the same
i been humble since i was a nameless pup’
all my diamonds laser cut, all my rubies made in blood
everything you think you know about me, i just made it up (i did)
thinking, never chasing, yes
shawty think we dating but (ayy, ayy) i told that hoe we breakin’ up (told the b-tch)
slumped and stained from takin’ drugs
ruby such a lazy bum and now i’m never wakin’ up (no)
snortin’ all my percs, my stomach hurtin’, now i’m scr-pin’ dust (ayy)
so much water around my wrists, i think my f-ckin’ bracelet rusts (f-ck)
took my piece right out the cake, but no, i never make the cut (ayy, ayy)
took my own piece right out of the pie but i ain’t break the crust
i ain’t break the crust
[outro: $crim]
(locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo—)

- uicideboy shakewell

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