Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Suicides , by - Clyde Carson. Release date: 21.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |