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letra de heroin & provolone - $uicideboy$

[verse 1: freddie dredd]
always keep it loaded
when i’m in the f-ckin’ forest
.44 on my hip
drive-by in the f-ckin’ lotus
i’m a demon sp-wn
creepin’ and what else can i say
you’re about to lose your day
and take your whole life away
never f-ck with me
f-r-e double d-i-e
in the streets, in your dreams
i ain’t never come in peace
sippin on some blood up in the hood
i bet you wished you never could
i’ll take you now just come on down
until you hear the darker sounds
i just have a tight grip
on ya mothaf-ckin’ neck
i’m about to take your breath away
just hold on to your chest
and i got no heart, got no feelings
find you hanging from a ceiling
oh sh-t, you better not
i’m about to bust my glock
up in your head
thinking that you might be dead
with your chest beating fast
i dont think there’s time to rest
better run, better run
before i unleash my gun
on a silly beach
you f-cking c-nt
i’ll smoke you out just like a junt
[chorus: freddie dredd]
you know what i do
k!lling hoes is the youth
sitting in the f-cking booth
tying up a f-ckin’ noose

[bridge: ruby da cherry]
uh, digging for all the facts, uh
ruby da cherry, yah
dj $crim with that 808

[verse 2: ruby da cherry]
you can catch me chillin’ with the polar bears
bogus f-cking jokes on us sucka’ punch
dat d.a.r.e sweatshirt wearing motherf-cker $crim
scarier ric flair, been there, done jack
sack full of cash, backpack of hash
grab that stash and dash, there ain’t never a clash
rip a flash
swallow ya’ soul through a flask
grab that mask, and never look back
black plague sick
oh, wait—i meant to say $l!ck
p-ssing on his missin’ mrs (yeah, uh)
dippin’ the tip in the grip, and sippin’ glory
tippin’ maury
it’s a f-ckin’ secret story
kinda boring, yeah—
[verse 3: scrim]
ridin’ solo, through kyoto with four hoes
i’m a no-show for more shows
wanna tango
drinkin’ faygo, maybe mango
got a tan, hoe
couple ten bros
make a fan go, to the van, hoe
f-ck her mouth ’til the tears start pourin’ out
i’m just chillin’ eating pizza in a foreign house
quiet as a mouse, plottin’ on a spouse
what’s this all about? i don’t even know
only thing i know is that i’m throwed
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

- uicideboy

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