Lyrics 93 Premium - Black Smurf , $uicideboy$
Got
a
blunt
Pop
a
trunk
Fill
it
with
a
fuck
boy
Bitch
boy
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
Yung
Jack
Torrance
with
some
bodies
in
the
storage
Lil
broke
mother
fucker
with
enough
to
pay
the
mortgage
Got
that
torture
in
my
barrel
Them
ghost
inhibit
my
mind
It's
that
$uicidal
junkie
Young
Scorcese
of
my
time
I′m
creeping
with
59 in
the
over
look
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
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
fingers
The
rinsed
clues
in
existence
The
only
reason
I′m
itching
Itching
to
change
all
my
present
way
Without
me
switching
emission
Or
making
millions
Intention
to
get
it
quicker
and
stricter
′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
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