Lyrics Fuck Your Culture - $uicideboy$

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Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out (Ooh, ooh)
Smack bitch I got a gun, manic with the Devil's smack
Triple the six, I fuck my bitch, I flip the crucifixes mane
Spawn of Satan with couple flippers on 'em
2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out
Karma, tell me how you want it demon, 'cause you know I'ma hot boy
Trippin' in the Seventh and that motherfucker sippin' out
Overdose on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me
Fuck a Stan, fuck your culture, motherfucker fuck a Grammy
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out (Ayy, let me go, let me go, ayy)
There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves
I'm diggin' till I'm dug, one for me and one for you baby
Doors up, the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a chew baby, unsheathe the blue blade
And place it right beside your neck
Hol' up, what the fuck you know of?
Rollin' the wool off of the wolf and face it, fat, sober
For these last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra
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Glock tight, smoked out
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Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out