- $uicideboy$ ****ing Your Culture 歌詞
- $uicideboy$
- It’s a Smash!
Praise to the devil
You did good $lick
It's that demented mother****er, kicking it with my brothers
And repping the 59, you know gray the ****ing color
My gat screaming, “Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay!”
Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray
Never could be ****ed with, my dick they love to suck it
They comin' and gettin' seven switch a bitch like subjects
Pull-up continental, make a ho get sentimental
I got ADIKA denim, ballin' with no fundamеntals
Michael Jackson off the Thriller dosе, on a ****ing killer dose
Crooked up in the rental (Bam)
Ammo with the chemicals, gripping on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in the Benz "won't you turn this ****er cynical", anyway
Think about the drive-by any day, certified pass-by rolling up that Mary Jane
I might drop 30 like I’m Curry, you know NBA
Talk bout' Eddie Murry with the stick and let it swing away
Turn to black out, pimpin' out the crack house
Smackin' up all these bitches filled with hurt
My dick threw her back out
Packet flew her back out
Been running and gunning, ****ing now I'm dripping in the black out
My name is the killer, Northside Gorilla
Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer
Thought I’d keep it realer, there’s no drug I ain’t touched
Best stay out yo' face, then I best see yo' place up
Aim with yo' face up
This Glock with no make up
This weed be for warm-ups, I ain't even laced up, ****boy get your rank up
Robbing and dealin', homicide, swipe-swipe
Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die
Ruby giving up in the gizzass, looking like a blizzard
Keepin' the eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard
That one tastes like vanilla, pop the painkillas
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla
Chicken heads flockin', they think I'm a quesadilla
Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah
Papa Pine break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe
Now she asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59
From the north, on the Seventh Ward, pick the lock on devil's door
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back, she breaking down like metal core
Everybody still my sons like they fiendin' for repertoire
Check the score, Grey*59
Roll a blunt so big you'll have to light it wit' a torch
Whip look like a bomb, you lost the second World War
Yeah, Ruby such an animal
Seventh ward dragon, when I breathe it's ****ing flammable
Keep my clique tight and isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you'd think infinity is tangible
All these ****ing chains, you'd think I'm wearing mandibles
Yeah! Bitch, tell me what's happening
Dick so big I turned her pussy to the Grand Canyon
All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon
Yeah! Bitch, tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile, pickin' out the right fit
O.J in the morning like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the ****ing rainbow, suck my white dick (White dick)
Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound
Um, okay, so I'll talk to you later
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