Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song $hrimp Poboy, artist - $uicideboy$. Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
$hrimp Poboy |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| Blunt fulla indo |
| Staring out my window |
| It’s the pill popping junkie |
| Yung sex symbol |
| Ashes on the cross |
| All my bitches lost |
| Depressed mother fuckers never show no love |
| Got a blunt fulla tiva |
| Gripping on the nina |
| Run up and I’ll show ya why I’m always tweaking |
| Sleeping through the weekend |
| $uicidal seasons |
| I just wanna die don’t have no fucking reason |
| Blunt fulla codeine they know that I’ma dope fiend |
| Grab the knife and cut me twice and let me die slowly |
| Creeping out the basement |
| Inside my heart vacant |
| Slice me wide open because I’m too fucking impatient |
| To wait for death |
| Silhouettes of demons in my shadows |
| Hang me in the gallows |
| Brain filled with ammo |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| I just want to chill |
| Fuck making a mil |
| I mean I make enough money to pay the bills |
| Still working in the pizza kitchen |
| Itching to be free of this shit |
| I know Slick was cleaning dishes |
| Wishing everything was finger licking |
| But the truth is I make this fucking music |
| And I can’t even get my friends to listen to it |
| I want to say screw it |
| But I know improvement will prove it |
| It’s evident they need the evidence |
| Thinking I’m heaven sent |
| But really I’m crawling out of hell |
| $uicide for life |
| G*59 count the spells |
| And just think |
| I’m only beginning to crawl out of my shell |
| Weed and bullets on the coffee table |
| I’m the son of the snake |
| I’m both Cane &Abel |
| Smoke and death is the smell that dwells around my humble abode |
| This is just a story |
| No fable |
| No moral code |
| It ends with me rich, sad, and alone |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Blaze up some indo |
| Sip on some Alize |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| Getting played everyday |
| And straight chilling with my peeps |
| Suicidal tendencies, we are not the same |
| Tryna make the best of everyday, bad thoughts go away |
| That’s why I blaze up some indo and sip some Alizé |
| Grind nonstop, I gotta stay paid |
| Keep it chill with my bae, smoke good gettin laid |
| The lane that I made is where Supa finna stay |
| The game that we play, we still play it til this day |
| But these cat’s lames, they jus wanna peel away |
| Keep them fools far away then everything will be okay |
| Take a shot to the head like a AK might spray |
| Repeat repeat, we do this everyday |
| My mind is everywhere but mostly up in outer space |
| Bong rips to my face, sippin on a half a case |
| Take some shrooms to escape, Supa-mane with no cape |