| Hair down, smoking on a blunt
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| Smoking a fucking cigarette, to fuck up both of my lungs
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| Fuck you mean you hung yourself from the top bunk, bitch?
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| You ain’t even high enough to touch a Glock, boy
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| Bitch, I put it to my skull
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| Bitch, believe I’ma drop, boy
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| Drop dead in the middle of the block, boy
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| Stuck between a hard place and a rock, boy
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| Rot in the box, breaking the locks
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| Time is money, I ain’t even got a clock, boy
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| Watch them hoes flock, boy
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| Break my fucking heart, and now I’m bustin' out shots, boy
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| Put it to my head, and watch my head pop, boy
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| Don’t quit your day job, who the fuck else gonna stock, boy?
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| You motherfucking box boy
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| Hair up, purple double cup
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| Bodies in the trunk
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| Never front, this ain’t what you want
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| .30 in the pump
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| $uicide, take my own life
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| Every night I die, everynight I’m high
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| Another depressing-ass alibi
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| Reason for the drugs, reason for the subs
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| Give a fuck about the club
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| I’ll walk up in that bitch, and shoot that motherfucker up
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| Fuck the DJ, fuck your clique
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| And fuck your songs, boy
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| I swear I hate you motherfuckers, leave me alone, boy
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| Fuck a scene, fuck a trend, fuck your clothes, too
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| Fuck you mean you with your team? |
| And that’s your hoe too?
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| Give a fuck about your dreams, or your whole crew
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| And if this is what it seems, I’m hollering, «fuck you!» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hair, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part IX: The Soulseek Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп