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sadboyshaq - suitcase lyrics

[intro: sadboyshaq & luke pickett]
better pack your tears into a suitcase
and run away with my heart
(b+tch)

[chorus]
b+tch, got a drac’ in this b+tch, ain’t no “family matters”
bullets make ’em crumble, they makin’ ’em shatter
b+tch, what i got in the bag is pausin’ your vid, this n+gga’s a f+ckin’ reactor
when i threw the pills up, boy, i was laughin’
i tried to go on top with a passion
can’t do the gunshots, sh+t too flashy
i’m havin’ dreams of that motherf+ckin’ casket
had to tell n+ggas leave me alone
why in the f+ck is you hittin’ my phone?
n+gga, ain’t no wrong with my body
i’m tryna start poppin’, i’m tryna start lettin’ it go
ain’t nothin’ holdin’ me back from k!llin’ you n+ggas, i’m finna just steal me a soul
when i get the bread from the label, i’m k!llin’ somebody and k!llin’ myself, that’s thе goal
(ayy, f+ck man, f+ck man, f+ck man) i don’t know
i’m movin’ in circles, the walls gettin’ closе
k!ll ’em all, man, you know how i go
it’s bread on my head? then come get it, folk
in two different states they wantin’ me gone
come k!ll me, i’m sick of that talk on the phone
this sh+t on my hips start breakin’ his bones
[verse]
b+tch, better pack it all up and then send it in
n+ggas tryin’ to k!ll me, like 50 cent
i don’t gotta [?], she just let me in
man, i’m prayin’ to god i don’t f+ckin’ miss
if i spin and get hit, don’t let me live
i’ma come back and air the backyard again
zach & cody went missin’, it ain’t no twin
man, i’m really just tryin’ to get a win, n+gga
b+tch, i ain’t got no remorse
we catch ’em all
stand overtop of they ass and we gon’ p+ss on they motherf+ckin’ corpse
got bread on my head, n+gga, come and claim it
if not, n+gga, you a dork
you gon’ be tellin’ and they gon’ be hammed out
i don’t really be f+ckin’ with pork
i got a new plan
this a two+man, b+tch, this a new van
b+tch give bird brain like she a toucan
he ain’t new, you just never knew, man
walked in the trap, bro walked out with two bands
[?] like she don’t got two hands
n+gga be tellin’ this and that like it’s gon’ get better
that sh+t never true, man

[chorus]
b+tch, got a drac’ in this b+tch, ain’t no “family matters”
bullets make ’em crumble, they makin’ ’em shatter
b+tch, what i got in the bag is pausin’ your vid, this n+gga’s a f+ckin’ reactor
when i threw the pills up, boy, i was laughin’
i tried to go on top with a passion
can’t do the gunshots, sh+t too flashy
i’m havin’ dreams of that motherf+ckin’ casket
had to tell n+ggas leave me alone
why in the f+ck is you hittin’ my phone?
n+gga, ain’t no wrong with my body
i’m tryna start poppin’, i’m tryna start lettin’ it go
ain’t nothin’ holdin’ me back from k!llin’ you n+ggas, i’m finna just steal me a soul
when i get the bread from the label, i’m k!llin’ somebody and k!llin’ myself, that’s the goal
(ayy, f+ck man, f+ck man, f+ck man) i don’t know
i’m movin’ in circles, the walls gettin’ close
k!ll ’em all, man, you know how i go
it’s bread on my head? then come get it, folk
in two different states they wantin’ me gone
come k!ll me, i’m sick of that talk on the phone
this sh+t on my hips start breakin’ his bones
[outro: sadboyshaq & luke pickett]
b+tch, better pack it all up and then send it in (better pack your tears in)
n+ggas tryin’ to k!ll me, like 50 cent (to a suitcase)
i’m prayin’ to god i don’t f+ckin’ miss (and run away with)
i’ma come back and air the backyard again (my heart)
yeah, yeah, yeah, b+tch
(better pack your tears in)
remorse
(to a suitcase)
we gon’ p+ss on they motherf+ckin’ corpse
(and run away with my heart)

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