| Ruby got a problem
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| Ruby got a problem
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| Ruby got a problem
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| And I got dirty clothes
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| —got a problem
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| Food stamps, fifteen bananas
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| Ruby—
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| And a script of addy, what you want?
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| Ruby got a problem
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| Ruby at the bottom
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| Ruby fuckin' up, he got a lotta empty bottles
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| Ruby full throttle, toolie no condom
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| Bust it back and watch my brains splat on the column
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| Dollars got me honest, honestly without a prophet
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| Probably spent all his profit
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| Wait, you want all of it?
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| Yeah, that's fuckin' right, I copped it
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| Romeo with all the toxins, roll me dope, I'll lip-lock it
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| Blackened lungs from all the (coughing)
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| Fuck all these lames, all y'all so obsessed with names
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| All y'all dress the fucking same
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| $uicide, I'm out the game
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| Blame it on the fame, I'm so sick of my own name
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| I'm so distant from the reigns
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| I'm riling up a hurricane
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| Poppin' Oxy, snortin' Roxy, body feeling like a zombie
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| Never been a role model, never hear me say I'm sorry
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| 7th Ward Dragon breathin' fire, while I'm slicing necks
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| Sixth sense deathwish, laughin' at these fucking threats
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| Slick the one to ask you what you gon' do?
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| Nothin', fool
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| I've been $uicidal with them drugs up in my mama's womb
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| All these poppies
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| Cock the shotty, barrell pressed against my body
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| Photocopies all around me
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| $uicide, just call the posse
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| Kill 'em sloppy, bitch, we godly
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| Double cup that's filled with yella
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| Dread-head cracker from the ghetto
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| Don't say hello, you ain't my woadie
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| All your friends are dead? |
| Mine been dead since kids
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| Hundred more in Angola, they servin' life behind the pen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Failure by Design , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album Kill Yourself Part XIX: The Deep End Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп