| Counting sheep until I’m sound asleep
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| I’m lounging deep in a grave I found without a sound or peep
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| I lay in the ground, six feet
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| Slick as sleet, sneakin' a beat
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| Let the breath leak out my mouth
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| Bitch, I want your skull, fuck what’s under your skirt
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| You broke my heart, and now I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
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| Stomp you on the curb, and then I’ll throw you in the dirt
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| Give you back to the Earth
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| Girl, you were something special, yeah, you were my fucking first
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| You wanna cuddle?
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| We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse
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| (We can cuddle in the back of the fucking hearse)
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| I don’t need your sympathy, make them bitches sing for me
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| Caught up in reality, smokin' on some fantasy
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| Put the gun against my head, pull the trigger, now I’m dead
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| Bitches wanna count my bread, only let them give me head
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| Sleeping in a tulip bed, smokin' green and seeing red
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| Loading up the clip with lead, trigger finger soft as thread
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| No jewels and no chains, I like it that way
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| Don’t know what I’m up to until that Glock in your face
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| I pop that bitch, and I spray
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| Got these hoes on delay
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| All it take is one word, they do whatever I say
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| (All it take is one word, they do whatever I say) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drugs/Hoes/Money/Etc., artist - $uicideboy$. Album song 7th Or St. Tammany, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп