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[Intro: LIL MURDER]. Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. I am God, motherfuckers, better bow down!. . [Verse 1: LIL MURDER].
Back against the wall (fuck!). And my pocket against the wall. Still hanging in the hall. Never change, I'm the same (nope). Please don't fucking call me, no (no).
Ruby really rev up, now stacking up gas. From the Wal-Mart wall. Make some platinum plaques. From depression, the profession that happens so fast. Take some dabs last night now im back with no wax.
This a $crim beat. DJ $crim with that 808. . $ui-sui-cide. $uicide. $ui-sui-cide. $ui-sui-cide. $uicide. $uicide. $ui-sui-cide. $uicide. $ui-sui-cide.
Reaching to my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics. We look like some crumbled donnies. Blunted out, then fussing something. Paranoia turn my stomach.
Back from the dead like I'm Jesus. Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious. Ruby da Cherry right for the season. $uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (ahh!).
Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay. Serve on, se-serve on, now you know I'm out it hard. Creepin' out the cut with my yams, now I want some hay.
You gon', You gon', die, die- (Out of the way kids!). They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch (ay, ay, ay). I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch. . Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks.
Intro: Lil Gin]. Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill. If you bustas slippin', it's this .50 finna do the deal. Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill.
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View from a balcony. Pool lit up blue. Lawn chairs next to the ice chest. Stuffed 2 grams in the blunt that we just blew. Now I'm getting blown by a bitch.
They figure me a dead motherfucker. Romeo da black rose. Shedding petals. Hold me over until they finish digging me a hole. I need a new beginning so i tip toe behind my foe's bitch.
Hold up, wait!. Hold up, wait. Dynamite rows are rotting in they fucking graves. One day, I will forget their name. One day, I'll forget their name, name, name (hold up, wait!).
Hold up, po' me up, yes. Double the cup just to cut the stress in half. Guess who the fuck left. After all is said and done, regret the past. Best move along, got a long way to go, ayy.
They changed so much, you know what I'm saying?. How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans. How did they change, how did they change music?. .
Reaching to my pocket, then I grab a couple crumbled tonics. We look like some crumbled donnies. Blunted out, then fussing something. Paranoia turn my stomach.
It's not fair, I found love. It made me say that. Get back you'll never see daylight, If I'm not strong, it just might. . It's not fair, I found love.
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin', man. . You motherfuckers pitiful, I'm too sick of you. I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable. Unforgivable. Once you cross me, hoe.
All I see is scrubs. Face mean mugged. On a couple drugs. Smoke with migo plug. FTP my blood. Grey the fucking gang. Boy stay in your lane. Never high.