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$uicideboy$ - marlboros & white widow lyrics

[intro: crime boss]
hit, hit, hit—
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers

[verse 1: yung mutt]
$uicide, i’m choosing my addictions
i keep fooling my religious b-tches
switchin’ up prescriptions, nooses tied, now i’m crucified
i won’t listen ’till they spilling guts
but i could give a f-ck, i stick it in they b-tt
oh, now she wants to be my sl-t, for what?
just ’cause you roll the blunt? oh no, that ain’t how it go, i’m solo
frozen ghost, i blow smoke
yeah hoe, drop it to the floor—not that -ss though
talking ’bout your life, i want your body, oddy leave ’em froze

[verse 2: lil remains]
pop up then i light up, you f-cking boys ain’t druggin’
gave up lean and sprite ’cause that heron keeps me ducking
f-ck you know ’bout me, woe? i isolate from all you f-ckers
nine up in the peephole, been plottin’ on you undercover
uzi roll the spliff up, pain pills give me hiccups
don’t nothin’ make me sicker when i ain’t got my f-cking fix, bruh
satan resurrected, that evil one king of the sixes
schizo with depression, pcp laced on my swisher

[hook: crime boss]
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers

[verse 3: germ]
walk in the pub, drop a stick in her cup
drop a stick in her b-tt, young n-gga going up
savage loads is the code for the hoes
double dose for the low pint
c-nt catch it to the dome
with the 4 when i ride homicide, $uicide
i call it, you gon’ die, truth in the booths
i exclude, bangers big like bruce [?]
fool, who is you? tell me the truth
it’s you it’s not true, worth of my woes
flow been worth cold, homi’s and bodies
could ride and fit it on my kawasaki
asian thottie chuggin’ sake
highly likely stuffing temples with gunmetal
reverend rebels speaking heated conversations
hatin’ on me? you ain’t better than me
the demons in me tweaking
candy, xanny, addy
f-cked up blurry actions
f-ck you, i can’t handle it

[outro: crime boss]
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers
hits, hits, hits—
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers
hits of the spliff makes me get f-cked up
mean motherf-ckers smoking all you suckers

- uicideboy lyrics

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