| Ruby da Cherry, yah, yah, yah, yah, ayy
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| Ayy, yuh, uh, ayy
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| Hailing from the Chopper City, weather leaves you hot and sticky
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| Leopard print, I ain’t no kitty, pussyboys can mock, no pity
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| Simmer down, bitch, I’m burnin' up in the ash, don’t sift me
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| Yung Mutt in the cut, gotta duck the fifty, been popped twice
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| Fuck a cop, nothin' nice comes from the system’s gritty grip
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| I sip the Uzi, face don’t look so pretty
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| Bitch, I grip the TEC so loosely, leave you feeling chilly
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| Bitch, I’m from Gentilly
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| Don’t want to count a milli', smokin' all my cash in a Philly
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| Kill me, bitch, I will be free in a world where you can’t bill me, yuh, uh
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| Nina Simone up in my ear while I debate to take my life
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| Bunch of voices all I hear, paranoia in my eyes
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| Got them fuckboys in my sight, bits of organs on my knife
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| Mirror image from the tinted that reminds me that I’m Christ, sucka
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| Boogeyman under your covers
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| I hover above the street gutters, no, there ain’t another
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| Forever I’m packin' the thunder and snuffer
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| And popping these uppers, I kill for my brothers
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| Welcome to the last supper, thanks for coming
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| Now close the shutters motherfucker, uh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Crescent Moon And The Rising Sun , by - $uicideboy$. Song from the album Grey Sheep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп