Suicide Boys - Paris | Текст песни

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• Suicide Boys
• Paris

Tell me what you know
'Bout a motherfucker at the bottom
With a gold grill gleaming, make all these hoes problems
Stalker, creepin', out the fuckin' dungeon
Switchblade on 'em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dump 'em
30 rounds of the clip off rip
Too thick with the stick bet I won't miss
Lil' Slick real sick, don't talk shit
Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish
$uicide, night time, no we don't fight crime, oh
It's the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oh
Bodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify me
Yung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes are nice singing R.I.P

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Ruby was a motherfucking reject
Then I cut my wrists and never motherfucking bleach it
Still broke, get to roll a mother fucker
Weed gets road hoes asking if I see a ghost, tell 'em no
I just see smoke when the weed blow
She choke from the deep-throat, 3 feet of rope, lethal
Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil
All my hate, my suffer, then I get to see ya'll
Ruby a fucking demon
Ruby got the cuff now, who's tryna bluff now?
Will it be resolved? Never, bitch I 'm from a small town
Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now
Loud growls, snow Leopard on the prowl
Stay the fuck back hoes
Slay the whole pack hoe
Paint it all black hoe
Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil then I'll never reminisce