Paroles de Carrollton
Play me some of that $uicide pimpin' manYou motherfuckers pitiful, I'm just sick of you
I'm a walking visual, you boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (blaow!)
Let the gun bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"Savage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I'm kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch, I like the stings
Smoking potent
Thinkin' I'm the chosen one
Bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with HYPEBEAST's back in 2002
What it do?
Motherfucker, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I'll be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam
Lime green paint but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I’m a fucking threat
I’m a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'till my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again
Let the gun bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"Savage" tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazing while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop even if the K hot
Watch me bust on any block
Northside, 90 scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony gripping on the Tommy, bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem motherfucker? Come and try me
I'm nothing like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side *59
Tony gripping Tommy
Fuck around end up with your body
Autopsy
I be that walking zombie, bath salts
Eating bodies Cheeky jaws, locked clitch
Trigger finger itching, if you think I'm kidding
Smoke leaking from the sticky that we smoking, boy
Fuck a Backwoods, Swisha's what I use, boy
Smoke what I choose, do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and (Ruby–) your punk friends too
Ruby blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch, I like the stings
Smoking potent
Thinkin' I'm the chosen one
Bitch, I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies saying
Now my eyes always hurting, wiping tears with diamond rings, yeah, aye
Hold up fuckboy, who the fuck said we cool?
Man, I quit smoking with HYPEBEAST's back in 2002
What it do?
Motherfucker, I’m a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is cooling with goblins
If you got a problem, then you better move
From the womb, to the tomb
Busting out early, busting out soon
Black-out the city, I’m back on them 30s
In about 20 minutes I'll be on the moon, uh
Drugs got me fucked up, sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high, seeing stars in the mirror like I’m looking with a pipe beam
Lime green paint but the rims looking sparkly
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene?
Highly unlikely, and I’m willing to fucking bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I’m a fucking threat
I’m a motherfucking threat
G*59 the set
G*59 will make you sweat
I don’t give a fuck, kiss my fucking epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades meet me at Heaven's Gates
7th Ward by the lake 'till my death
He'll come off of your drunken stupid from Burman Street, Saturday night! Get up in time to go to mass on Sunday morning—and you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness, only to go back out tonight and get wasted again
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