| Outside in an all black ride, tint rolled up when I'm high
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| Said they all wanna live, but I just wanna die
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| Motherfucker, if you're looking for me, find me in the night
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| I got a knife, don't wanna fight
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| I wanna take your fucking life, and end it right on sight
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| When I strike, if you bark, better bite
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| Block hot, fuck the cops, pop a six-shot Glock
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| Then I trot to the rocks, with me own blood clot
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| Red-dot, bodies drop when I cock, then I spot
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| No tomb, no plot, throw 'em off of the yacht, undocked
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| With the slot of the skull hangin' in the fucking river, ho
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| $ui-$uicide, 6-6-6, *59, so cynical
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| Got a pound in the blunt, I'm loungin'
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| Pour another round, I'm drownin'
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| Climb to the top, I will jump off the mountain, ayy
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| Swerve, swervin' in a motherfucking all-white Crown Vic'
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| Blue light mounted, siren howlin'
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| Stole it from a cop because he popped another brown kid (Ayy)
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| Got the town lit up by the flame that I made
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| From my grey serenade, make way for the Plague
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| On the seventh day, grey bodies lay in they graves
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| Still got the badge, still got the gun
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| Still got the patch, still got the stun
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| Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun
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| Put the Glock to my skull then I
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh, $outh $ide $uicide, kill yourself, ho
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| Say you gettin' money, but your numbers don't show, you a liar
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| Baseball bat fully wrapped in barbed wire
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| For anyone that's tryna get by us (Bitch)
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| I been thinkin' a lot, I see these rappers tryna get at my spot
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| Robb told me you gotta get it how you live
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| Told that bitch, "You better get up out my biz"
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| Pickle-breath-ass ho with a face like thizz (Shut the fuck up)
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| You don't want no issue with
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| Nose seen more blow than most nose seen a tissue
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| I got anxiety so I can't really do an interview
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| Don't come close to me
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| I'm not the one to really do it how it's 'posed to be
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| Independent, tell the label to get over me
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| I'm over here with my peers, gettin' rich point blank
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| Before I bring her to the crew make sure that bitch don't stink
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| Ain't no rules to the game, talk how you want (Yuh)
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| Walk how you want (Yuh), my job is the shit
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| I used to clean up shit from the rim of the toilet
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| Now I'm gettin' money, I don't gotta pack a pistola
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| Okay, maybe (Maybe), 'cause jealousy make a man go crazy
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| Money make a motherfucker hate me
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| One thousand bitches, they all wanna date me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song $outh $ide $uicide , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album $outh $ide $uicide, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп