suixide iii - suixide lyrics
(verse i)
i’ll stop this rap sh*t when y’all admit that suixide is the most ugliest f*ck y’all mean i’m insecure? the whole world can suck my d*ck all 5 inches in ya f*ckin’ throat not kids though i ain’t no where near micheal i ain’t talkin’ jordan i’m talkin’ about neverland tell me how i stay cashin’ checks and i ain’t even a man? ever since covid i knew that i can ion got fans i got low key stans p*ssy kept poppin’ back then when i had them tans i flirt with death when i drive rip to sam don’t think i say that to disrespect i grew up with that n*gga he was like a brother only time i told a hoe i loved hеr was under the covers i might bе a fat n*gga but i move like hubbard f*ckin’ with my cousin you must not love ya mother i’m from the l where snitches get left in the ditches like “f*ck stitches those n*ggas ain’t even living” i’ve been prayin’ more lord thank you for these blessings when i was 11 bubba chris done gifted me a weapon told me “keep it low and watch out for 5*0” imma native n*gga ototivo f*ck what y’all think all my mothaf*ckin’ family knows f*ck these hoes i will never spend my money on 1 f*ck scamming n*gga i ain’t no punk pull up dolo through the night and get it done i’m the lord of ugly all you n*ggas is my sons i ain’t no p*ssy n*gga ion need a gun ion f*ck around on the mic my music ain’t fun i got hoes in my phones cause i make em cum but then again i ain’t gon switch up for my brothers i’ll take 1 to the liver white n*ggas hate that i say “n*gga” f*ck what y’all think my family gets the picture f*ck a yappin’ b*tch you’ll stay on delivered ion chit chat b*tch i go tit for tat
(verse ii)
this b*tch got me f*cked up trippin’ on a n*gga gettin’ bucks i’ve been doubted on so you d*mn right ion give a f*ck hoes got me f*cked up brothers got me f*cked up thinkin’ i’m always drugged up i was born to die f*ck gettin’ my luck up f*ck love these b*tches ain’t even loyal i’m the king of ugly you know my blunts is royal unc taught me the concoction they heat up on the foil now i got racks stacked in my walls think i’m worried bout gettin’ robbed? pull up b*tch i got it all 9s macs ars f*ck a lame n*gga i’ll put ya whole family in dayroom think i front? b*tch you can also get it too i’m suixide sweepin’ grimey n*ggas like a broom them ones at my old school knows it’s saber tooth f*ck what y’all talkin’ bout anyone can shoot
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