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Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' man You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm just sick of you I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable Unforgivable Once you cross me, hoe Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!) Let the gun bang Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same "Savage" tatted on my face Grey ape Blazing while we hotbox Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot Watch me bust on any block Northside, 90 scope on the shotty Semi blow your body Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody Norf, Norf, East Side *59 Tony gripping Tommy Fuck around end up with your body Autopsy I be that walking zombie, bath salts Eating bodies Letras de cancionesThree choppas and the shottys shooting everybody Cigarette wet Bumping Boosie Badazz On them drugs Cheeky jaws, locked clitch Trigger finger itching, if you think I'm kidding Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha's what I use, boy Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch Bitch, I like the stings Smoking potent Thinkin' I'm the chosen one Bitch, I'm a king I can hear my dead homies saying Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool? Man, I quit smoking with HYPEBEAST's back in 2002 What it do? Motherfucker, I’m a fool Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins If you got a problem, then you better move From the womb, to the tomb Busting out early, busting out soon Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s In about 20 minutes I'll be on the moon, uh Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck Slam my face against a pill to crush it up Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam Lime green paint but the rims looking sparkly Mighty sloppy, might be cocky Am I in the right scene? Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet I’m a fucking threat I’m a motherfucking threat G*59 the set G*59 will make you sweat I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet Lace up my Nike Decades meet me at Heaven's Gates 7th Ward by the lake 'till my death He'll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again From Letras Mania