paroles de chanson COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS - $uicideboy$

Lord, have mercy
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss
(You did good, Slick)
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
(It's a Smash)
If a pussy want a— (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
Hold up
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (It's North)
Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy

If a pussy want a problem, I can help but solve it
For fuckboys I'm a headache, but for bitches I'm a target
Extra chrome, retarded, should've been aborted
Dick out like I'm Calvin, 'cause I piss on them regardless
Two-two Perc's, I just started
Four Perc's feelin' gorgeous
Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain't feelin' nauseous
Twenty Perc's I'm talkin', the demons 'round me walkin'
Only got an hour before I'm right back to withdrawin'
Catch a opp out joggin', and send 'em on a sky walk

Streets ain't for everyone, that's why they made the sidewalk
I don't really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk
Sippin' on generic Sprite, but you know the pint Wock'
Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol
Ridin' on some Forgiato's in a fuckin' write-off
What the fuck's a night off? Haters havin' type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get they Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you
Think you got the Perc's but it's Naproxen that I'm servin' you
I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin', "Fuck the blue"

They askin', "What do we do?" and I'm like, "Well, what didn't we?"
Fuck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me
Demons steady temptin' me, I'm reading Second Timothy
Three up like the Trinity, anti-social tendencies
I can't fuck with hoes that be fuckin' up my energy
Let me repeat, they ain't seein' me
I been steppin' on 'em, it's the G in me
Got me twistin' fingers, reppin' on 'em, keep a TEC up on 'em
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it
Now I'm flexin' on all of my opponents

Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa
Tatted 7.62mm, fell in love with choppers
Grey59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
Should've went to church, but I'm with the pill poppers
(Yung Wetto)

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

It was always gonna be, suicide the backup plan—
Wait, wait, wait, woah-oh, ain't that—
Who the fuck you think all these labels shadow banned?
Oh wait, what he mean? Decade old industry, Taliban
Loose change at my feet, I'll take the stage, no backup band
Noose hangs in defeat, and I'm still the same, can't cap the brand
Desert Camo Jeep, just pick up smack from Pakistan
Lurkin' in the deep, big ol' teeth, swim as fast as you can
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan' mixed with Zatarain's
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I'm the man across the land

You don't understand
You don't really get it
I'm busy stackin' plans, bitch, I do not check the Reddit
I don't give a fuck, tatted "Don't care" on my knuckles
I was once a young buck, always gettin' into trouble
Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble
Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein' double
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle
I'm just tatted up but humble

Yeah
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
(I stay lowkey but y'all know me)
Russia was the only country I didn't bring any drugs to smuggle
I'ma hustle 'til the dust'll settle, been like that since Russell's
Leavin' bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah, we always in a huddle
Grey59, we turned the fuckin' underground to a bunch of rubble
Anybody got anything else to say?
Huh? I didn't think so

Ruby Da fuckin' Cherry got a big heart
Yeah, I always flex that muscle
Scrim so stoic, you might be lucky to get a fuckin' chuckle
That's my partner, that's my cousin
Yeah, our family knows the struggle
Dug our graves together, and we threw away the fuckin' shovels

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Leave your body rottin', lock your soul up in the black abyss
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows