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93 Premium Lyrics - Artist : SuicideboyS
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[LIL INFECTED:] Uh, got a blunt Pop a trunk Fill it with a fuckboy, bitchboy spilling his guts Stomach acid mixed with blood Staining my all white white-laced SB Dunks Cop a couple bucks out his back pocket Wallet got to have something Otherwise, I got to snatch something So I pulled out his heart from his chest Left the rest for his bitch and then left them I ditched for the seventh Fuck a motherfucker ducking Tucking in his tail I got a bone to pick with motherfuckers trying to see me fail Creeping like a vulture, bitch, I'm following his trail Picking on his bones for the flesh Leave the flies with the rest Leave his body growing pale, close his mouth with nails Dead men tell no tales! [LIL FAMINE:] Yung Jack Torrance with some bodies in the storage Lil' broke motherfucker with enough to pay the mortgage Got that torture in my barrel Them ghost inhibit my mind It's that $uicidal junkie Yung Scorcese of my time I'm creeping with *59 in the Overlook Hotel Taking one look at us, you can tell we come from hell I'm smoking and chanting spells Packing a couple bells Popping waves back to back I'm always riding the swell (Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum...) [Black Smurf:] With all these drugs in my system, be hard to keep my attention The narrow run full of tempt to I see no one but these figures The risk of losing existence The only reason I'm itching, itching to change up my present Without me switching the mission of making millions Intention to get it quickly and strictly 'bout getting money not flexin', then get some bitches start flexin' And snatch a ring just for fun 'til I strike them digits and add it to ya You'd be wishing that you would've fucking listened Wish you listened to me (Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum...) |
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