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letra de all dogs go to heaven - $uicideboy$

[intro: $crim]
waitin’ for me to take my mothaf-ckin’ bumpers down
run up that god d-mn kick
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow
yeah, yeah
ha, ha, ha, ooh, ooh

[verse 1: $crim]
leave ’em cut, burn that, triple-six degree (yeah, yeah)
i’ve decided, hate ’em, i’m on a murder date (who, who?)
yung christ turn to satan, b-st-rd, devilish (yeah, yeah)
nowadays i get my dough while f-ckin’ chasin’ death (yeah)
momma raised a savage, knew i wasn’t average (i wasn’t average)
pops see me comin’, ah, he knew i had the package (know i had the package)
let that fornicate, drummer with the sticks (puh-puh)
hands will f-ck your jaw, now who you’re f-ckin’ with? (what, what?)
get that cap, i’ll pop a chap like dalai lama (dalai lama)
feel like silkk the shocker, i’m a f-ckin’ problem (f-ckin’ problem)
streets call me doctor screw, i’m dyin’ [?]
took us by the fair with drugs, never on a ride, nah
broke a choppa, draco caught around me [?], yeah
violence gettin’ louder, proud just gettin’ ’bout it, yeah
when i’m off a xan, i’m quick to shoot to die (die, die, die)
in the cut, the [?] f-ck a gang (gang, gang)

[chorus: $crim & ruby da cherry]
f-ck ’em up, shoot ’em, leave ’em in the yard (rrah, rrah)
got a bunch of youngins ’round me take the charge (rrah, rrah)
f-ck ’em up, shoot ’em, leave ’em in the yard (yeah, rrah, rrah)
got a bunch of youngins ’round me take the charge, ayy (yeah)

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas (beep)
yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets (hahaha)
alien invasion, better run up to your momma (better run, better run)
ruby ain’t the problem solver, i’m the cause of all your problems
b-tch, i’m in nevada, ayy, fifty ones, i got ’em
snortin’ bricks down with my cosmic ensemble
i don’t give a f-ck if they pressed, i still bought ’em (yuh)
fallin’ down like autumn, call him duck boy, watch him waddle
full throttle when i empty out the bottle (out the bottle)
when i empty out this clip that’s full of f-ckin’ hollows (full of hollows)
you be lyin’ horizontal, lookin’ like a model (ayy)
scope is never toggled, i was aimin’ for your nostril
now i’m aimin’ at your b-tch’s tonsil, i’m the queen of drama (yuh)
f-ckin’ up your life, yeah, all you gotta do is holler (holla at me)
you wanna talk drip, catch me in the f-ckin’ sauna (the sauna)
spend a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars
all these b-tches say my name as if it’s something like the gospel (ruby)
all these hoes apostles, lookin’ like they wanna gobble
lookin’ at me crazy, like they all been wearin’ goggles (the f-ck you lookin’ at?)
pour me up a fo’, i’m lookin’ like a f-ckin’ waffle
feelin’ f-ckin’ awful

- uicideboy

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