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$UICIDEBOY$ – CHÂTEAU GRIS (Lyric Video) Lyrics
It’s the pimp player
Money maker
Body layer
Say a prayer
Hoe stacking
Pistol packing
White boy with the permed hair
Choppa sprizzay
What the biz say
I just brought a cold front
To the sizzouth
Gold mizzouth
Ice out like a storefront

Slick spit that mack shit
Make the track hit
Ain’t no time for a wack bitch unless the mouth sick
Face down in the mattress
Make that back dip
Make her feel like an actress in a porno flick

Ride off in a Benz thang
Took off with no trace
Psychopathic with that 9 mane
I might catch a case
Mask on or the mask off
It don’t make no difference
Cuz I slide with them killas, mane
They don’t leave a witness

Heard you tipping to the feds, mane
Must be off your meds, mane
Pissing in his pants when I put that chrome to his head, mane
Leave him dead, mane
Saved his boys some head pain
One less snitch in the gang
That’s a net gain
Bet, mane
Heard it was that Anna you was checking for
Ruger, choppa, semi
What the fuck I need a vest for?

Have them hoes tweaking like a despo
Smoking on a blizzunt while this jizzunt make that neck go
Damn bro
Wetto beat them boys like a guerilla pimp
Never simp
Bring your beef to god because I’m heaven sent

Talk that playa shit
Hoes they circumvent
Shout out Project Pat
Mista don’t play and I been leaning since

I get high off that mothefucking…
Wetto ride like a motherfucking…
Down to die for my motherfucking…
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that…

Bitch I’m Angola bound
Going down to the southside of the lake
Riding round town
Plotting on whos shit I’m bout to take
If it’s fake Ima sell it
If it’s real Ima sell it
Outside of the Lexus forest green
I know you jealous
Born a warlord out the ward of the seventh
All these deadly sins I think the fifth made me a felon
Begging for Armageddon
I got eleven virgins waiting for me in heaven
Bitch I ain’t stressing

Pimp a bitch just because
Blanco never need a reason, hoe
Never tell these hoes a secret unless you wanna leak it, hoe
Seen a ghost but I was puffin piff up in the mirror
You want smoke?
Fit you in a coffin then I’ll say it clearer

I got corners in gentilly where we slang that Millie Bobbie Brown
Never been on trial cuz the bodies wasn’t ever found
That’s how we do em down south Bayou style
Feed the gators when them rats start running wild
Tryna bite my style

I got skulls floating in the swamp
I got bones covered up in moss
Blanco burnin up a fuckin cross
All my demons know who’s fucking boss

Ooweeoo
Who are you?
Ruby rougarou
Holla hootie hoo when you see them boys in baby blue
Ooweeoo
Who are you?
Blanco in a coupe
Uzi out the roof raining bullets

I get high off that mothefucking…
Blanco ride like a motherfucking…
Down to die for my motherfucking…
My hoes they bi, but they say I got that…

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$UICIDEBOY$ – HOT RAZOR (Lyric Video) Lyrics
★ intro ★
Ha-ha-ha, like
Alright, okay
My life would be so shit
Playaz never die
It’s a smash
You did good slick

★ verse 1: $crim ★
I’m with that fuck shit, pull up, we get buck quick
My hoe down like faye, but sometimes she can be a dumb bitch
Out here since a young jit, nitrous got my lungs lit
Wake up from a blackout, gettin’ head while i’m in public
Ridin’ through the hood, like “what it do?”, probably off a pill or two
Pull that .44 out, they start talkin’ like they scooby doo
Mobbin’ with my partners, we pop in, no knockin’
Nod-nod-noddin’ off that dope and for dessert, just ate neurontin
Hit a stain, make a name, for a lame tiktok
Northside, grey the gang, second world, eastеrn block
I might rock it off the block, i might rock it off apache
I might fuck up on that bitch if she got a pack of plan b

★ verse 2 ★
Manе, show you how that glock work, show you how to pop first
White trash, young man, mop ‘em up like joe dirt
My hoe like her throat hurt, suck it for a nip tuck
That bitch tryna tell me that i’m schizo, so what that make her?
I just bought some land off my lal, kilo of some gld
Still the same, mane, grippin’ aks, wearin’ ftp
Paint ‘em like an nft, got them scripts, no phd
My bitch brain insane, but she only got her ged
Gang coast to coast, yeah, i know me a few robbers
Dope game farm to table, ain’t no fent’ up in my product
Huh bro? damn son, who the fuck raised you?
Cutthroats and them savages, how you think i got this name fool? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

★ verse 3: ruby da cherry ★
I can show you how to get it poppin’, ruby da cherry ain’t got no option’
All these hoes keep fuckin’ flockin’, all these hoes tryna give me noggin’
Snort a line of heron’ then tell her, she way too toxic
Yeah, i’m slidin’ on these bitches like my feet were made for moppin’

★ verse 4 ★
I can’t stop it if i wanted to, glock up in my foreign coupe
Scrapin’ up the concrete, s500 on them twenty-twos
Motorola phone when i’m dialin’ up my partner
Think i’m being followed by a fed in an unmarked impala

★ verse 5 ★
Squealer, squaler, what i’m after, i get money, hoe, by any means
Paper chasin’ every day, i keep them rocks up in my cleats
Cut me with some scissors, you gon’ see how much i fuckin’ bleed
But i come back with fuckin’ tanks and blow your shit to smithereens

★ verse 6 ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g*59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ‘til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
Live from the 5 put the 0 behind the 4
Make a point before the numbers, just to let you bitches know

★ verse 7 ★
I got five killers and they all down to fucking ride
I can call on any of ‘em if you’re down to fuckin’ die
Walk it how i talk it, bitch, and i ain’t got no fuckin’ lisp
Whisper my forbidden name and give my hand a fucking kiss

★ verse 8 ★
Out the mud, out the mist, ruby take the form of shadows
Follow me back from the gates of hell, we recoup at the gallows
I can smell the scent of blood and i can smell the scent of piss
Leave your body rottin’, lock your soul up in the black abyss

★ outro ★
Blick on me, blick on me, g59 the fuckin’ set
$uicide ‘til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
Blick on me, blick on me, g59 the fuckin’ set
No-no-no-northside, grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
Northside, grey the gang, second world, eastern bloc
$uicide ‘til death, i yell it, pokin’ out my fuckin’ chest
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$UICIDEBOY$ – REALISM VS IDEALISM (Lyric Video) Lyrics
Intro]
You did good $lick
Its, a, smash!
Players never, players never, play- play- players never die

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo]
Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up (Yeah…)
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Blanco Leopardo]
Yeah, they call me Yung Mutt, in the cut, smelling like some indica
All these hoes keep splitting cuffs, spilling guts, no ands, ifs, or buts
If her butt was any fatter, I’d be fucked and quickly bust
Splatter kids all on her mug like she’s allergic to my nut
Give her antihistamine, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
Be-Bend ya knees, begging please, like I could really give a fuck
Uzi tucked against my spleen, I’ll make you bleed until you rust
Yeah, for the static, I’m an addict
Back at it, like a chiropractic crack habit
If I want it, I’ma have it, knock you off this fucking planet
Send your corpse up to the stars, replace ‘em all with fucking maggots
Yeah, pants saggin’, red flaggin’
I’ma get the bag, whether it’s paper or it’s plastic
All these fuckboys I be slappin’, ain’t got time for all your cappin’
I’ma conjure up my demons, whisper all their names in Latin

Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli

[Verse 2: Wetto]
Yung Wetto, it’s Yung North, mane, whippin’ in a Ford thang
Grippin’ on the hammer, Indiana, $licky Fort Wayne
Pot filled with white dust, house color white nut
Looking for the chewin’, Patrick Ewing out a white slut
Cup dirty, Glock 30, murk a mothafucka’ quick
Eastern bloc, sticker shock, custom how I rock a Benz
Five percent on the tint, lookin’ like The Babadook
Fuck a fight, I’d rather shoot, my youngins holla “hootie-hoo!”
I yell amen, hollow tips rain in
*59 gorilla, I’m too real for them to cage in
Southern Cajun, suckers bite the pavement
Told that hoe to hit my agent, talkin’ bout engagements
Fuck a blame shift, I’m that motherfucker, boy
Creeping through the night, turbos breathin’ like they paranoid
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Northside, burn ‘em at the stake while singing Bloody Mary

[Chorus: Blanco Leopardo & Wetto]
Give her antihistamines, pistol green like it’s a buck
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
For a reason to give up, fo-for a reason to give up
Trigger squeezin’ like I’m fiendin’ for a reason to give up
B-b-billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Billy bob a Halle Berry, Wetto Makaveli
Wetto Makaveli, W-W-Wetto Makaveli
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