Letra de Every Dog Has His Day - $UICIDEBOY$

You die, motherfucker

(Players never die)

Fuck that (You did good, $lick), I don't need that shit in my life

(It's a smash)

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

You die, motherfucker

Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick

For the niggas, for the niggas—

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

For the niggas, for the niggas gettin' buck, gettin'—

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

This is for the niggas, for the niggas gettin' so rough—

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

Bitches, bitches on my dick—

Bitches on my dick 'cause they know this shit is thick

You die, motherfucker

(Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy)

Bitch, I'm poppin' sticks like I'm Nick Cannon, smash her like I'm Ganondorf

All my homies stuntin', we all ballin' like we manage sports

F-F-Fuckboy on my dick, wants a pic, go 'head and tag the dork

Miss me with that bullshit, yeah, I shoulda been a matador

Slap a whore, choke a bitch, man, I think I broke her hip

F-F-Fuck her 'til she soaked in piss, I plan to make a note of it

Blanco always faded like a motherfuckin' poke n' stick

Ready to snatch a soul, seal ya fate up with a frozen kiss

I'm smoking bliss, turn a fuckboy into mist

Scratch a name off of my list and add another just for kicks

Open slit up on my wrist, yeah, I think they get the gist

Tighten up my fuckin fist, Blanco never fuckin' miss

Spit out the drip, don't want crystals in my stomach

All these crystals on my bitch, align her chakras while we fuckin'

Rearranging all her plumbing

All these suckas think they stuntin' but they really just lame

Spittin' out flames, bitch, I bang Grey

*59 'til the day I die, my tear ducts all dried

I-I-I fear I don't know why I feel so normal when I'm high

All these voices in my head, I can't tell which one is the lie

Always bring the storm, yeah, Blanco blackin' out the sky

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

You die, motherfucker (Wetto)

G-G-G-G-Give it how these haters want it, break a bitch up on it

Yu-Yu-Yung Slick walking coma, as I smoke the marijuana

It's Yung North, make the bass shake, tell a bitch wait

Diamonds shine as I flip it, ship it, make the weight skate

I-I-I been wrist whippin', flockin' chickens when I slide pimpin'

Glock grippin', p-p-pop a clip in have your mind spinning

Spine bending, bloody linens in your mom kitchen

Crime ridden, hood I'm from ain't got no prime lending

Slicky flame sizzle, rollin' with a tank missile

Tell a hoe to hit them knees and let me fuck her brain tissue

I-I-I'm poppin' 30s, seein' blurry, still, I can't miss you

Pop the stick and blow the clip, kill everyone that came with you

Same issues, playin' Russian Roulette with revolvers

I-I go gung-ho with that drumroll like I'm Travis Barker

Last offer hear the Devil talkin' to me often

Fuck a coffin, when I die, just burn me in a foreign

W-W-W-Wetto, Chris Walken, haunted like the deer hunter

You a larp with no heart, just tuck your dick under

You a fed, you a cop, you a real Uncer

Scarface, Wetto with that metal, let that steel rumble

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic

Fuck that, I don't need that shit in my life

Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic

You die, motherfucker

Time for me to act, like a psychopathic lunatic

Fuck that

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