paroles de chanson Gluttony - Suicideboy$

Devils out tonight, I'm walking by his side
So kiss yo mama on the lips and softly say goodnight
Grew up with them robbers, them shottas
Them hot boys on the block, I
Pop up with that nine millimeter
The heater or the ether
For any fuckboy who want it
Night or the morning, at any moment
I'm known to flash out with the eyes of Lucifer
I'm Judas, boy
Plot with the red dot
Hot with the six shot
Rot in the same pot
Opps gonna get dropped
Docked in the same block
Rocks all in my sock
Stocked with the same Glock
Mask on, pop pop
And the devil all up in me
When I murder wit' the semi
Pull the trigger till it's empty
Fuckboy, don't tempt me
Fuckboys all envy
Five Nine

Devils out tonight, I'm walking by his side
So kiss yo mama on the lips and say goodnight
Pull up with the Glock cocked
Aim it at my head, shot popped
Now I'm dead with a hole full of lead
Yung Snow got your hoe on a sled
Getting head in slo-mo
Siren sounds hear come the po-po
Oh no. heard I got that work for the low low
Don't tell em shit, that's a no no
3 little pigs, I'm the big bad wolf
Blood stained teeth and I'm covered in wool
Huff and I puff on a blunt packed full
Bricks ain't shit
Hit a lick on a bitch
Hold em up with the dick
One shot in the mouth
Now she starting to drool
She blew me away
Now my blood starts to pool
Grade A death like a shooting at a school
Lay me to rest I'm okay with no breath
Ain't a fool, I ain't like the rest
Bitch, I be hanging with ghouls
Devils out tonight, I'm walking by his side
So kiss yo mama on the lips and say goodnight
Yuh, uh, everybody wanna be a homie
When you got your life intact
As I look around, I realize
That all of my opinions turn to facts
I'm burning bridges cause I won't communicate
With a label that can't relate to me
Myself and I, you gotta tell I can tell that you lie
I need more bread, I'm not satisfied
Satellite television
Is not enough, I pack out these shows
Got hoes waiting right by the bus
Just to get a chance to lick my nuts
$outh $ide $uicide do or die, who am I?
Got that .45 in my Levis
I know this bitch wanna be mine
Treat this bitch like a feline, yuh, aye