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letra de bloody 98 - $uicideboy$

[intro]
you did good, $l!ck
it’s a smash!
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
players never die
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-

[verse 1: wetto]
k!ller with that ak, get this motherf-cker bussin’
tell a hoe to get the f-ck if she ain’t here to suck it
creepin’ on a come up, i got fam that need some funding
i’m ducking from drugging and sipping that tussin and bloating up my stomach
i need the d, the o, the p, the e
riding clean, the g, the l, e sixty-three
oowee, see chicken heads, they fiend or me
yung north, s-i-d-e
w-e-t, b-tch

[bridge: wetto]
yeah motherf-cker, it’s grey-grey-grеy (northside)
wetto in this b-tch, motherf-ckеr (five nine)
[verse 2: wetto]
verse two in the booth with a glock loaded
off so many meds, am i coming or i’m going?
f-ck an interview, mane, i’m too raw to sugar coat it
see a dead man walking, next election he’ll be voting
pimp on a track, mix dope with the crack
i might slide, camo mask, turn your hood to iraq
bury suckers, f-ck a groupie, that’s the truth, i feel like gucci
i got 99 problems and not one that you gon’ shoot me

[bridge: wetto]
nah, nah, nah, that ain’t it
that ain’t it, get him
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck

[verse 3: wetto]
we got anna, motherf-cker? let me know or keep your mouth shut
sl!cky make a million every time i give that mouse touch
sl!cky whip that wrist and make a motherf-cking ounce jump
wetto make a b-tch play hard to get and get her mouth f-cked
sick motherf-cker
no mind motherf-cker
that white trash, high taxed, dying motherf-cker
tell the world eat my d-ck, i’m a pr-ck motherf-cker
life h-ll, tough sh-t, i’m the bic motherf-cker
[verse 4: blanco leopardo]
fully loaded choppa, knew this b-tch who lived on tchoupitoulas
b-tch seemed like an opportunist
flocking just to jock my new sh-t
stopped in houston, belly looking swollen, better stop abusing wock and chewing fent
yeah, all my t–th are f-cking rotten
cruising down your block and you know blanco lighting blunts of herb
carefully choose your words unless you’d rather bite the f-cking curb
what’s the word? whatchu f-ckin’ heard?
blanco smite the herd
f-ck your b-tch until her spine is curved
blanco spiked your nerves, uh

[bridge: blanco leopardo]
oh sh-t
blanco, blanco, blanco
oh sh-t

[verse 5: blanco leopardo]
b-tches on my d-ck like a love bug
tryna get the claws up in me like a f-cking mud bug
b-tch, i’m a smug thug
calling up my young plug
playing all that smoke is gonna make me get my lungs scrubbed
i need a breath of fresh air, splash some water on my face
looking back on my mistakes, regretting them is such a waste
keep it pimpin’, move it forward like i’m running just to race, yeah
devil right behind me like i finished first place, uh
[bridge: blanco leopardo]
wow
oh my god
what the f-ck

[verse 6: blanco leopardo]
all of these haters keep pushing thinking that be me
all of my st–ze
spreading my wings, but i ain’t taking anyone under them, why can’t i just glide in peace?
using these drugs to release
f-cking these b-tches for free
flirting with death, i keep promising things, when’s he gonna know that i’m a tease and i’m just tryna get a lil sleep?
capitalizing the g
f to the i to the v to the e
n to the i to the n to the e
to the f to the o to the r to the l to the i to the f to the e

[chorus: blanco leopardo]
for my gang, i will do anything (anything)
for my gang, i will do everything (everything)

[verse 7: ghostemane]
creepin’ out my mothaf-ckin’ rut
picking up all my guts and the blood i let flood through the gutters
i’m ready to make a break out and take out all of the things
i gotta put my scope on, now i’m boutta put my red dot on and then snipe
every one of them f-ckers that wanted to believe the hype
i’ma go psycho and then i’ll never take another look up in my sights
i’m put a green light on my $uicide
let my wrist leak my fluids out
never gonna be another realer than the black mage or the g-59
any other motherf-cker is chillin’ in the backstage or a sideline, b-tch

[bridge]
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-

[verse 8: ghostemane]
yeah, sliding in my ’69 camaro ss
got my dime in my lap, glock c-cked in her breast
got the 12’s in the trunk, turn it up and let it bump
mossberg shotty pump rattle when the bass thump
oh, oh
i’ma let it go, go
i’m the one ya never wanna turn your back on
all of them haters hatin’ on me wannabe on what i’m on
oh, y’all want me to fall off?
oh, that’s too bad ’cause i won’t
and i’m gonna be there when every one of your souls gets dragged down to h-ll

[verse 9: ghostemane]
i don’t need anymore money, i got too much that i cannot even spend
all y’all be thinkin’ that y’all love a rapper but y’all just be following the latest trend
i’m gettin’ by with the bank
don’t got a vibe with a saint
i’m gonna paint
a pic of the blackest of mages, i’m makin’ everybody question their faith

[verse 10: ghostemane]
g to the h to the o to the s to the t to the e
m to the a to the n to the e
b to the l to the a to the c to the k
to the m to the a-g-e

[outro]
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, south-
k!llas off south parkway, south memphis, k!llas

- uicideboy

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