$uicideboy$ - NEW PRO‌FILE PIC Lyrics

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SuicideboyS NEW PRO‌FILE PIC Lyrics. NEW PRO‌FILE PIC Song Sung By American Hip Hop Duo $uicideboy$ (SuicideboyS) On Long Term Effects of SUFFERING Album. SuicideboyS NEW PRO‌FILE PIC Is American Pop Song Labelled By G*59 Records. SuicideboyS NEW PRO‌FILE PIC English Lyrics.

$UICIDEBOY$ NEW PRO‌FILE PIC INFO

Song : NEW PRO‌FILE PIC

Artist : $uicideboy$

Album : Long Term Effects of SUFFERING

Genre : Pop

Label : G*59 Records

Language : English

Release Date : 2021.08.13

$UICIDEBOY$ NEW PRO‌FILE PIC LYRICS

Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

$uicide, $ui—

Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Ayy, ayy)

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Watch me pull up in a H1 with my day-ones

Now's the time to say somethin' if you wanna say somethin'

Swinging on 'em, make their face lumped, take 'em to the lakefront

And roll 'bout eight blunts, now my face numb from the Grey bumps

White lines like we in a shake junt

Fake frontin'-ass pussy boy, run

Your mama made change, didn't know she also made chumps

Make your bitch wet, in fact, here the rain come

Stain somethin', all day, Plague stuntin' (Yeah)

Ain't frontin', bitch, I'm in the back puffin'

Me and my cousin fucking buzzin', got the razor blades tucked in (Uh)

Airin' out the fuckin' room like Glade's plug-ins

Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Glock to my skull then I—

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Put the Glock to my skull then I—

Represent that East 59, it's a Grey thing

Creepin' round your motherfucking block with no plates, mane

Make your motherfucking front yard to a gun range

Blocka, blocka with the choppa, turn your name to a stain

Big dog, no heart, we ain't built the same, nah

Big gars, Xan' bars fucking up my brain, yeah

Fentanyl, lotta barre, flowing through my veins, ayy

Adderall, speedballs, I might go insane, fuck

Yeah, whole lotta drugs, life closed to done

Demons climbin' on my walls in my bedroom

I got tendencies of suicidal ideation

Menace to society when I ain't medicated

Still got the badge, still got the gun

Still got the patch, still got the stun

Still got the cash, bitch, I burn it for fun

Put the Glock to my skull then I

Glock to my skull then I