paroles de chanson South Side Suicide - $uicideBoy$ feat. Pouya
Outside
in
an
all
black
ride
Tint
rolled
up
when
I'm
high
Said
they
all
wanna
live
but
I
just
wanna
die
Motherfucker
if
you're
looking
for
me
find
me
in
the
night
I
got
a
knife
don't
want
to
fight
I
want
to
take
your
fucking
life
and
end
it
right
on
sight
When
I
strike,
if
you
bark
better
bite
Block
hot,
fuck
the
cops
Pop
a
6 shot
Glock
then
I
trot
to
the
rocks
with
me
own
blood
clot
Red
dot,
bodies
drop
when
I
cock
then
I
spot
No
tomb,
no
plot,
throw
them
off
of
the
yacht
Undocked
with
the
slot
of
the
skull
hanging
in
the
fucking
river,
ho
$uicide,
666,
59
so
cynical
Got
a
pound
in
the
blunt
I'm
loungin'
Pour
another
round
I'm
drownin'
Climb
to
the
top
I
will
jump
off
the
mountain
Swervin',
Swervin'
in
a
motherfucking
all
white
Crown
Vic
Blue
lights
mounted,
Siren
howlin'
Stole
it
from
a
cop
because
he
popped
another
brown
kid
Got
the
town
lit
up
by
the
flames
that
I
made
from
my
grey
serenade
Make
way
for
the
Plague
On
the
7th
day
grey
bodies
lay
in
their
graves
Still
got
the
badge
still
got
the
gun
Still
got
the
patch
still
got
the
stun
Still
got
the
cash
bitch
I
burn
it
for
fun
Put
the
Glock
to
my
skull
then
I
-
Yuh,
yuh,
yuh
South
Side
$uicide,
kill
yourself,
ho
Say
you
gettin'
money
but
your
numbers
don't
show
You
a
liar,
baseball
bat
fully
wrapped
in
barbed
wire
For
anyone
that's
tryna
get
by
us
I
been
thinkin'
a
lot
I
see
these
rappers
tryna
get
at
my
spot
Robb
told
me
you
gotta
get
it
how
you
live
Told
that
bitch
"You
better
get
up
out
my
biz"
Pickle-breath-ass
ho
with
a
face
like
his
You
don't
want
no
issue
with
Nose
seen
more
blow
than
most
nose
seen
a
tissue
I
got
anxiety
so
I
can't
really
do
an
interview
Don't
come
close
to
me
I'm
not
the
one
to
really
do
it
how
it's
'sposed
to
be
Independent,
tell
the
label
to
get
over
me
I'm
over
here
with
my
peers
gettin'
rich
point
blank
Before
I
bring
her
to
the
crew
make
sure
that
bitch
don't
stink
Ain't
no
rules
to
the
game,
talk
how
you
want
Walk
how
you
want,
my
job
is
the
shit
I
used
to
clean
up
shit
from
the
rim
of
the
toilet
Now
I'm
gettin'
money,
I
don't
gotta
packup
and
stole
it
Okay,
maybe,
cause
jealousy
make
a
man
go
crazy
Money
make
a
motherfucker
hate
me
One
thousand
bitches
they
all
wanna
date
me
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