![Audubon - $uicideboy$](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/3284756229013925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 25.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G*59
Song language: English
Audubon |
«New Orleans is ruled by thugs even more ruthless than LA’s most violent gangs.» |
«The Crips & Bloods tried to establish themselves here, and these guys killed |
them. |
Simple as that—gone! |
See you later!» |
«We look at gangs like this, it’s like a coward move to us. |
But a gang, |
it takes fifteen people to get in two cars and do a drive-by and kill one |
person. |
In New Orleans, I just saw one person kill fifteen people.» |
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire |
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire |
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something |
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin' |
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire |
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire |
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something |
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin' |
Definition of the living dead, got a dead bitch givin' head |
Tulip flowers growin' on my bed, rust and blood settle on my lead |
Broken soul, but I’m breaking bread |
Head-dreaded boy from Waggaman |
Petey Pablo shirt off, on 'em, swingin' like a helicopter |
Got it covering this chopper, spittin' out them yoppas |
Got the drama with the llama, I can get you to Nirvana |
Run them pockets proper, we create our own karma |
Balboa out the Magnolia, Northside Soulja |
Need the keys to the Rover |
Yung $carecrow-a |
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire |
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire |
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something |
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin' |
Ruby da fucking ape |
Ruby da fucking orangutan |
Mumblin' nothing, just the discussion of public destruction |
I’m up in flames, the Soulja by the lake |
Feelin' like I’m in the navy, but I pull up in the tank, ayy |
Sippin' the tang out of an AK, kangaroo the next lane |
Lame move, you looking plain |
Can’t redo the flex, mane |
Camo on my body like I just got back from the war |
I heard a bang in the bank, Ben Frank on the floor |
Back in New Orleans, now everybody wanna score |
I’m trying to finesse the lesser into something more |
I’m drawin' a blank on who the fuck you is |
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire |
Remainin' a G, until the moment you expire |
You know what it is, to make nothin' out of something |
You handle your biz and don’t be cryin' and sufferin' |
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