| Turn this bitch into Virginia Tech, ayy
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| Got the chopper just to make 'em wet, ayy
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| Dynamite around my vest, ayy
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| We them G*59 terrorists, ayy, ayy
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| Keep throwin' threats, and I’ll keep yawning
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| Light my cigarette, you just keep on talking
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| Watch where you tread, please watch where you walking
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| I’m from Vietnam, better known as New Orleans
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| The smell of death is so, so familiar
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| I’m that silhouette, that all black figure
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| Grave-digger, grey killer, Lil Cut Throat
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| Drag 'em to the river, watch his fucking body float
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| Dark, dark
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| Yayo
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| Dark, dark
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| Yayo
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| Two empty pill bottles, I’m fucking duckin'
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| I can’t call my plug no more, oh no—but I’ll prolly say fuck it
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| Oh, how I love it, really, it ain’t for discussion
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| But the truth ain’t that far from it
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| I keep on buggin', like fuck it, I’ma say it
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| Like fuck it, I’ma fuck up
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| Like fuck it, I’m a fuck up, and it’s fucked up
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| It’s just my dumb luck, it’s just my dumb luck
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| You’ll never put me down more than I have
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| You’d have been down, and it’s more than I have
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| Fake fucking smile with the knife in my back
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| Fake fucking child, bitch, that’s just how you act
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| Dark, dark
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| Yayo
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| Dark, dark
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| Yayo |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard to Tell, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part XIII: The Atlantis Saga, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп