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$uicideboy$ – 2nd hand lyrics

[intro: soulja rag murder]
grey*59, all i see is scrubs
face mean mugged
on a couple drugs
smoke with migo plug
ftp, my blood
grey the f-cking gang
boy, stay in your lane

[verse 1: soulja rag murder]
never high, just maintain
hate this fame, hate this game
take these shoes, last a day
oil flowing through my veins
lil remains, that make that stang
y’all look good in cellophane, mane
insane, real blade, swing it through your f-cking brain
i said f-ck ’em (f-ck ’em!)
we got a problem (what?)
f-ck you gonna do with it? (huh?)
i think nada (nah)
just a persona (okay), and i’m nirvana (cobain)
poppin’ xans to make you mad, i know you want some
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
got an ounce of the c-ke, white snow flurry (what?)
river road shawty, yung christ, one chosen
$lick tote the ak-47, stolen, woadie joscing

[verse 2: snowmane]
all of y’all are over-saturating ‘preme and bape
b-tch, it’s ftp all f-cking day, all y’all look the f-cking same
f-ck the fame, f-ck a lane
b-tch, i’m ’bout to swerve into the toll booth, and scr-pe the change
bring out your dead and blamin’ it on yung plague
b-tch, i pull up with the k
k9 by my right leg ’till i say okay
canine on his hind legs, rippin’ off your face
all i gotta say is g*59 until the grave
one color, two numbers
three fingers in the sky, amongst the thunder
i’m like, f-ck the others
i’ma, bring the ruckus
i might, f-ck your b-tch
she swears, she suffers under the covers
i’ma, i’ma, i’ma h-llhound, h-ll-bound, shawty wanna die
i’ma sell pounds, sell pounds
shawty said she might, let them bells pound, bells pound
shawty wanna cry, i’m like f-ck it every night
keep turning black, i close my eyes

- uicideboy lyrics

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