| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
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| Bitches at my burial, tryna touch
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| $lick so grey, no runnin' blood
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| Skull to feet, he’s covered up wit' dead vines, crows and liquid Tuss
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| $uicidal holocaust
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| For the dead, I shed a tear
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| Cut fuckboys from ear to ear, you never see me creeping near
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| Triple six, Lord Infamous
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| Dedicate my soul to he, the Scarecrow that had birthed me
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| Screaming, «Ricky R.I.P.»
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| Creep like Koopsta, trizzy trick
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| Da Devil’s Playground in my head
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| Live through me 'til I am dead
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| New Orleans born, but Memphis bred
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest
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| I know motherfuckers wanna be grey
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| Burn a cig' in your wrist, cauterize your fucking vein
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| What a shame fuckboy think he know the game
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| But he don’t know shit
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| Cut off his head, hand his body to $lick
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| Told him, «do something with this
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| Burn him into ash—no, put him in a ditch!»
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| Put him in the trash, even in death, he ain’t shit
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| Bitchboy didn’t even make the motherfucking list, uh
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| And still Ruby ceases to exist
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| Whisper in the wind, whisper up on your bitch’s lips
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| Spill two drinks for the demons and sins
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| I committed to nothing, but I committed nonetheless
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| Six wishes for death
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| Holding my breath, I got six digits
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| No seventh number except for my residence
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| Bitch, I’m not heaven sent, not sent to heaven
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| Got sixes and crucifixes, praisethedevil
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that motherfuckin' budda bless
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| Pick 'em up
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Killaz is rolling that blunt up with that—
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| Pick 'em up
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| Bud smoke is like a killer, keepin' that grass up in they chest |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song praisethedevil, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song Dark Side Of The Clouds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп