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Play me some of that suicide pimpin', man It's the most wanted Most hated Most haunted Boys that paid the cost Slowly dying but I'm flossing Looking good, ain't he? Boy bounced back from the dead My business still shady I still tip toe on the ledge That shit ain't ever changing I take my chance riding dirty while speeding Lane swanging I fucking made it to 30 without my neck breaking My gun that's holding a 30 that got his legs shaking Meanwhile his girl in the room with my picture masterbating Slowly crawling out the dirt When it comes to death I like to flirt My hills have eyes and a smirk My cuz got blues and he got that syrup, boy If I keep it up, all these 30s are gonna kill me before I'm thirty Another day wasted up my nose and it's still early Don't you worry I'm always in a hurry so I copped a foreign coupe Letras de cancionesSlidin' around town until I gotta pull up to the court at noon Snort another blue Now I'm feeling sorta blue Nothing new One of the chosen few The rest of y'all give him some room It's best if y'all didn't assume that he is destined for imminent doom Unless he is ready to get in the tomb Ruby such a bum but he make it look good Trunk in the front Yeah, that's what's under the hood Talking' all this shit, man, I wish yall really would Another million plays, man, I wish yall really could From Letras Mania