Lyrics Suicides - Clyde Carson

Suicides

Suicides
I like you ride, thanks
Homicides, killer
You know my kind, ray
Cellphones, lit
She comin' home, with me
That’s my brother, please
Show him some love, thanks
Rockin' some rocks on my left and right wrist
Knockin' 'em out, like I’m Tyson
On a roll, nigga you pickin' a fight with
Knowin' your BM, she like this
I heard, I heard that she missin' excite me
I heard she missin' excite me
Come to my show, if you wanna recite this
Pussy is tight as a vice grip
Stop at a store, stop for some weed
Try’na get high, try’na get seen
Anger my doll, I’m like a scene
She not callin' back, she runnin' with me
Takin' advantage of life is a privilege
This money more, then let me handle my business
I knocked her outta 24, outta fitness
Still shinin', nigga summa is endless
Lookin' like Newman
I know what to do
Stay on my way
Keep it on cruise
Suicides
I like you ride, thanks
Homicides, killer
You know my kind, ray
Cellphones, lit
She comin' home, with me
That’s my brother, please
Show him some love, thanks