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letra de bring out your dead - $uicideboy$

[outro]
you a, you a, bad, bad– (other way kids!)
they be actin’ for a f-ckin’ b-tch (ay, ay, ay)
i’m ’bout to shoot this b-tch

[verse 1: ruby da cherry]
b-tch, i smoked crack, now i count f-cking racks
[?] in the powder bags
back on my bullsh-t, white bands, scoof it
three in the bag and [?] your b-tch tushy
mutt hit the blunt like a b-mp
$lick in the cut with the cut, no, we never gave a f-ck
in my counts, suck it up, b-tch i’m f-cked
lettin’ the brain like i touring the lungs
[?]
nothing to gain, i got nothing but bad f-cking luck
lean to see back as i’m swerving, i crash
yeah [?] my dreams are the black, i’m ash
put ’em in the back, no strap in the backpack
just about the trash, don’t zack
if we ever fell off and you thought our [?] be
let you be terror [?] let me see

[hook]
b-tch, you a bad hoe
b-tch, you a bad hoe
they be actin’ for a f-ckin’ b-tch
i’m ’bout to shoot this b-tch
b-tch, you a bad hoe
b-tch, you a bad hoe
they be actin’ for a f-ckin’ b-tch
i’m ’bout to shoot this b-tch

[verse 2: $lick $loth]
this for any p-ssy boy who wanna act up
fight self debt with no guts (no guts)
voice in my head say ya ain’t k!ll yourself
so, so, so i wrote a note
hop out, torkoal
the homie make a [?]
f-ck you when the [?]
x-xanax anxiety on panic
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck! i got to go!
i got a sixty pack waitin’ a hoe
feel like a zombie, i’m all alone
everyone clones, please say your b-tch to stop hitting my phone
[?]
let’s get it, get that hoe
mother-f-cking gang (gang)
i don’t d-mn care, aye
so am i right?

- uicideboy

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