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Magnolia Lyrics - Artist : SuicideboyS
[Trap Hou$e $crim:]
Ridin' in the 3rd with the all black tint Smoke one hoe get high with a pimp Kick the front door bitch better bust down Sippin' on dip while we break down the loud Just know one thing I don't fuck with nobody Case fulla shells with a 12 gauge shotty Trap Hou$e $crim bitch I could give a fuck Ridin' round town with the 9 on tuck Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust Dare a mother fucker to try and act tough 100 mother fuckers that's all ready to rush 100 mother fucker's that's dying to light 'em up Live from the land where you 6 feet deep Before you even die just standing on your feet Gold teeth with a grin that will make a bitch wet 504 keep the choppers on flex [7th Ward Lord:] Bitch I'm from New Orleans 7th Ward Lord cutting guts with a sword Yung Mutt cause I'm half fucking foreign Give me the blunt Bitch you wasting all the weed Pass it around use my lungs as the storage Pit bull in the yard stay away from my gate That's a motherfucking warning 20 inch spokes like a platinum switch blade Ice on my wrist help the swelling go down from the slit You can find me in the motherfucking tank 500 degrees 4 dollar signs Dial up my line I'm on the east bank Suicide left the blood on my shank *59 Yin Yang [KirbLaGoop:] Hundred thou, hundred thou, $uicide, $uicide Who you think you fucking with? You done lost yo mind (Lost yo mind) Boom boom boom boom boom boom (Do do do do do) That's all you hear when I stand in the room Boy I jugg, jugg, jugg (you can check my right wrist) Everyday in the kitchen watch me flip I can cook, I can cook, Betty Crocker (I'm a baker) Got them cakes and I serve pills like a doctor (I got prescriptions) I'm on the corner, on the corner, fuck the corner (man fuck that shit) I'm in the house serving weed like a farmer (I'm a farmer Jon) I got crops, I got crops, long ass crops (long ass crops) And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them bitches) Hunnid thou (Hunnid, hunnid) Hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid) Don't try us, we just start whining $UICIDEBOY$ with the Kirb (Kirb) What you talking, absurd (Absurd) Tryna try us, what we gon' do? Put yo brains on the curb No play all day in [?], okay bitch You can try that shit, I'll put yo face on a t-shirt today, damn |
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