SuicideboyS, Shakewell - SHAMELESS SUICIDE
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- Опубликовано: 2023-02-24 08:05:43
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$uicideboy$ & Shakewell - SHAMELESS $UICIDE
We-we-welcome to the intro of the SHAMELESS $UICIDE
Lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced, lo-lo-lo-locced
Locced out, loccеd out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo-loccеd
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo
Uh, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Woke up today lookin' for the fucking homicide
Magician with the Glock, I make it pop and blow his mind
Relapse off a pill, fuckin' shameless suicide
Hold up, bitch, shut up, quit fuckin' with my high
Ch-ch-chain so cold, got my neck on cryotherapy
Gang says it's Fuck 'em then it's they my enemies
Rappers, they delusional, thinkin' they a friend of me (Who?)
Paid a hundred million sayin', "Fuck you," to the industry
Let me see (Oh), pulled up on the devil and I broke him
Let me see, I make millionaires from my coattail recipe (Oh)
Okay, workin' on the list of people dead to me
*59 peekin', I'ma sell it for the Grey in me
Got me hot, now I'm fucked, don't tell me Calm down
Northbound killer with that Eastern block sound
Not from downtown, but my house up in the sticks
My chain hold a drum but my wrist don't test a million
We-we-welcome to the intro of the SHAMELESS $UICIDE
Lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced, lo-lo-lo-locced
Locced out, loccеd out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo-loccеd
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-locced out
Locced out, locced out, lo-lo-lo
Uh, Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Woke up today lookin' for the fucking homicide
Magician with the Glock, I make it pop and blow his mind
Relapse off a pill, fuckin' shameless suicide
Hold up, bitch, shut up, quit fuckin' with my high
Ch-ch-chain so cold, got my neck on cryotherapy
Gang says it's Fuck 'em then it's they my enemies
Rappers, they delusional, thinkin' they a friend of me (Who?)
Paid a hundred million sayin', "Fuck you," to the industry
Let me see (Oh), pulled up on the devil and I broke him
Let me see, I make millionaires from my coattail recipe (Oh)
Okay, workin' on the list of people dead to me
*59 peekin', I'ma sell it for the Grey in me
Got me hot, now I'm fucked, don't tell me Calm down
Northbound killer with that Eastern block sound
Not from downtown, but my house up in the sticks
My chain hold a drum but my wrist don't test a million
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