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every dog has his day - $uicideboy$ lyrics

you die, motherf*cker (players never die)
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life (you did good, $l!ck)
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life (it’s a smash)
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
you die, motherf*cker
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
you die, motherf*cker (ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

b*tch, i’m poppin’ sticks like i’m nick cannon
smash her like i’m ganondorf
all my homies stuntin’, we all ballin’ like we manage sports
f*ckboy on my d*ck, wants a pic, go ‘head and tag the dork
miss me with that bullsh*t, yeah, i shoulda been a matador
slap a wh0re, choke a b*tch, man, i think i broke her hip
f*f*f*ck her till she soaked in p*ss, i plan to make a note of it
blanco always faded likе a motherf*ckin’ poke n’ stick
ready to sn*tch a soul, sеal ya fate up with a frozen kiss
i’m smoking bliss, turn a f*ckboy into mist
scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks
open slit up on my wrist, yeah, i think they get the gist
tighten up my f*ckin fist, blanco never f*ckin’ miss
spit out the drip, don’t want crystals in my stomach
all these crystals on my b*tch
align her chakras while we f*ckin’, rearranging all her plumbing
all these suckas think they stuntin’ but they really just lame
spittin’ out flames, b*tch, i bang grey
*59 till the day i die, my tear ducts all dried
i*i*i fear i don’t know why i feel so normal when i’m high
all these voices in my head, i can’t tell which one is the lie
always bring the storm, yeah blanco blackin’ out the sky
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f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
you die, motherf*cker (wetto)

give it how these haters want it, break a b*tch up on it
yung sl!ck walking coma, as i smoke the marijuana
it’s yung north, make the bass shake, tell a b*tch wait
diamonds shine as i flip it, ship it, make the weight skate
i been wrist whippin’, flockin’ chickens when i slide pimpin’
glock grippin’, p*p*pop a clip in have your mind spinning
spine bending, bl**dy linens in your mom kitchen
crime ridden, hood i’m from ain’t got no prime lending
sl!cky flame sizzle, rollin’ with a tank missile
tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me f*ck her brain tissue
i’m poppin’ 30s, seein’ blurry, still, i can’t miss you
pop the stick and blow the clip, k!ll everyone that came with you
same issues, playin’ russian roulette with revolvers
i go gung ho with that drum roll like i’m travis barker
“last offer” , hear the devil talkin’ to me often
f*ck a coffin, when i die, just burn me in a foreign
wetto chris walken, haunted like the deer hunter
you a larp with no heart, just tuck your d*ck under
you a fed, you a cop, you a real uncer
scarface wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
f*ck that, i don’t need that sh*t in my life
you die, motherf*cker
f*ck that

- uicideboy lyrics

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