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$uicideboy$ – bizarro lyrics

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[intro: lil wayne]
codeine, which you all know is syrup
i started drinkin’ it because i’m from the south, new orleans
and ehm, we grew up on ugk and all, ehm, ghetto boys
and people been drinkin’ syrup for years

[verse 1: $crim]
stay ridin’ with my devils, ain’t sh-t change
gun to my temple, sharpen up the blade
bet i motherf-cking fall, like the standard days
grim reaper in the jeep when i hit the streets
motherf-ckers better hide, better duck quick
it’s the sandman, better run, sh-t
switch back to my old ways, old days
beer bottles in the can, i can’t feel my face, ayy

[chorus: $crim]
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face

[verse 2: $crim]
dope in the bag, bright yellow rock
they don’t know $l!ck, they don’t know the block
tell me what you want, tear or the watch
say the words, it’s yours, got your world in my side
hoes tryna f-ck, hoes try their luck
eat that b-tch’s [?], suck my d-ck in her top
i cannot forget, medicated with gelato
car sports model and my gun be semi-auto
lately, trip a lot, lately, sip a lot
skrrts from my dawg, finesse ’em like a card

[chorus: $crim]
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face

[verse 3: ruby da cherry]
treehouses to cars, i’m a boss, facts
spent a hunnid thou’ suckin’ on my snapback
f-ckin’ duckin’, that’s a small quack
blowin’ all the broads back
i can’t f-ckin c-m, ’cause my d-ck is not on all that
fall back, i’ma call back (sike)
where my dawgs at? learnin’ up the chops fat
yeah, her -ss left, but she brought it back
shawty pointin’ at that sh-t, so i bought her that

[chorus: ruby da cherry]
baby, f-ck what they say
f-ck the drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say
next time they talk, i’ma f-ck their face

[verse 4: ruby da cherry]
reach into my pocket, yeah, i f-ckin’ got it
ooh, that sh-t was fire, like the bottom of a rocket
blunt full of gossip, just so i don’t vomit (blah)
never play it cautious, could give a f-ck if i lost it
f-ck a fool
y’all get me dirty [?]
it’s time to f-ckin’ go
it’s time to f-ckin’ go

[chorus: ruby da cherry]
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face

[outro: ruby da cherry]
baby, f-ck what they say
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face
baby, f-ck what they say (i can’t stop now)
feel like drugs, can’t feel my face



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