| Iced, iced, iced out, lights out
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| Bitch, I be that Frozen Shogun
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| Chosen 'cause I overthrow 'em, told 'em that «I'm ocean flowing»
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| Sliced up, night scout, coming to bring up that Christ doubt
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| Fuck a slogan, bitch, you broken by a fucking golden omen
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| Bitch, I be that lowkey Prince Mononoke, hoe please
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| Bury me but keep my fucking trophies
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| Hit the ground with both knees
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| Slice my belly open
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| I’m a skeleton with gold teeth, no sleep
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| Eyes wide open, 'til I’m blinded by the rising sun
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| And when it fucking sets, I won’t be waiting on no motherfucking rising son
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| Fuck your God, I’ll burn him on the cross
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| Burning Buddha until my eyes are crossed
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| Money by the fucking bag
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| Chronic by the fucking bag
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| Bodies by the fucking bag
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| Burn it all, it’s all I have
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| Money by the fucking bag
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| Chronic by the fucking bag
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| Bodies by the fucking bag
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| Burn it all—
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| I be popping some Mercedes Xans
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| Carry my bitches in body bags
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| $uicideboy with a *59 rag
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| Cock it back once, and the semi goes (rrah!)
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| Cock it back twice, and the semi goes (rrah!)
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| Point I’m tryna make is the semi won’t jam
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| Got a couple bitches that I call just to get head
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| One of them prolly your girl
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| Tell her to suck it, no fucking
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| I nut on her bucket, then send her right back in your world
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| Depressed be the set
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| The grave be my hood
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| Misunderstood, but fuck it I’m cool
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| Crawling through my city, riding real slow
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| It’s that Yung Miyazaki
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| Bitch, I’m feasting on a ho
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| Got a tag up on my toe
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| With some gold around my throat
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| Dreaming Hiroshima, Nagasaki
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| Bitch, I got to go
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| I said, bitch, I gotta go
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| I said, I said, bitch, I gotta— |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bags, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part VIII: The Seppuku Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп