paroles de chanson BUCKHEAD - $uicideboy$

(You did good, $lick)

Ooh ooooh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayyy!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayyy!)
Yeah (Northside!)
Yeah, yeah (Northside!)
Yeah, yeah (Northside!)
Yeah, yeah (Northside, ayyy!)

Rolling with them animals like Noah's ark (wha)
Bitch I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc (yea)
Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar (yea)
Spraying in the air hollering "Kill 'em all" (wha, wha)
Slick baby off of that shit
Devil from outta that pit
Levels to this, I been sick
Fuck it up up in the pit (oh)

Yea, uh, yea (Northside)
I been popping pills and sipping drop (been sipping drop)
I spent 20 years up on that block (up on that block)
Beating on my chest I feel like Kong (I feel like Kong)
Let me talk my shit, it's been too long

Yeah, uh (arrgh)
Plugged in like a socket (wha)
Up in space like a rocket (yea)
Glock tucked in my pocket (ah)
Choppa here, it got bodies (wha)
Bought that bitch a new body (yeah)
Crib came with a lobby (ay)
Rappers know I'm they papi (wha, what)

Sipping drank and rolling slow
My bitch powder her nose (powder her nose)
Haters mad and want me sad
But my net worth said no (no no no)
Mad 'cause they still broke
Mad I kicked that dope
Ten toes Germ my folk
It's your time gang, go go go go!

First off I'm that nigga
Step in, take my picture
Grey Five Nine the army
Walking dead man, bitch this thriller
I been ducked and duckin', puffin' onions
Bitches stank, ain't munchin' nothing
I been around, still can't call it for nothin'
These niggas still bluffin' and these zooties I'm puffin'

Started off giving no fucks a lot (yeah)
Watch me hop in and out, keepin' it hot
Rocks in the dial, bussin' Kodak Bop (yeah)
Get higher than the moon and stars a lot
Stones and the rubies, they bussin' like fye
Crosshairs on my mind can't seem to take me out
Hol' up, she on my line, gimme some time
I can't get away, no time to unwind
(Hello?)

Slidin', I'm in my own lane
Slidin', in n' out of dames
Slidin', never needed fame
Slidin', you ain't even paid
Slidin', still don't hold weight (bitch!)
Another homicide
Another homie died
Another subject you couldn't relate to

I been out roamin long time, losin' my mind
I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you
G59 bring da business (yeah)
Fifty-nine shots my ammunition (yeah)
Five Nine, we draped in linen
Five Nine might toss you some pennies (bad shit!)

Never looking back (yeah)
Do my best to cover my tracks (yeah)
Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine
And in return, my itches always get scratched (uh)
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sac (nope)
Fuckin' a different bitch every night
But I'd rather get fucked up and pass out

Platinum plaques (oh)
Stadiums packed (oh)
Stackin' up racks (oh)
Hoes on my lap (oh!)
Don't give a fuck (oh!)
I need to know where my stash at (oh, oh, ohh!)

Losing my mind (ohh!)
Wasting my time (ohh!)
Ain't doing fine (ohhh!)
Hating my life (aahhh!)
Ah, fuck...

Wear my heart on my sleeve but it ain't Balenciaga (nope)
Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariagga (yeah, yeah)
Bought some Prada boots
Just to curb stomp me a pussy (fuck you, pussy!)
Why they always lookin' at me?
'Cause they see what they never could be (ha ha ha ha!)
Oddy Nuff stay on alert
Yeah, she pullin' up her skirt and then I skrrt (uh)
Avoid the swell but still I fuckin surf (uh)