Fucking Your Culture - Suicideboys

Fucking Your Culture - Suicideboys Lyrics

"Fucking Your Culture" lyrics SuicideboyS Lyrics "Fucking Your Culture"

It's a Smash!
Praise to the devil
You did good $lick

It's that demented motherfucker
I'm kicking it with my brothers
Repping the *59
You know GREY the fucking color
My gat screaming "kell 'em, wetto, hit 'em where they lay!"
Smoking 'em like some indo
Let the pistol up and spray
Never could be fucked with
My dick they love to suck it
They calling me game 7 slick
I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up continental
Make a hoe get sentimental
I got 18K in dental
Balling with no fundamentals
Michael Jackson off a thriller dose
Hold off on the killer dose
Cooking up in a rental
"BAM!"
Emeril with the chemical
Northside general
Pull up in that benz
Forgis turn it something cynical
Anyway
Think I'm bout to die by anyday
Half high pass five
Rolling up that Mary Jay
I might drop 30 like Curry with no NBA
Hop out Eddie Murray with the stick and let it swing away
Hot boy turn the block out
Pimping out the crack house
Macking up on these bitches
Flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow
My dick threw her back out
Packed and flew her back out
Been running and gunning and fucking
All while tripping in a black out
Mane it's the killer
Northside guerilla
Mom and dad both friends and my ex a pill dealer
Tell me who keep it realer?
There's no drug I ain't touched
Basquiat you face and I Banksy your face up
Boy aim with your face up
They clowns with no make up
This me before warm ups
I ain't even laced up
Fuck boy get your rank up
Robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice 1 wetto from the ghetto
I was born to die
Let 'em fry

Ruby getting up in them gizzards
Neck look like a blizzard
Keeping an eye on these snakes in the grass so I move just like a lizard
Backwood tastes vanilla
Popping pain killers
Grip the .45
I feel like the grey gorilla
Chickenheads flocking
They think I'm a quesadilla
Beating up the pussy I must be a lady killer
Papa pine break your spine
Rub her clit like it's a vibe
Now she's asking what's my sign so I threw up the *59
I'm the lord of the 7th ward
Pick the lock of heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores
Leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back she breaking down like metalcore
Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn
Check the score
GREY*59 5 and 0 in the 4th
What a chore
Rolled a blunt so big we'll have to light it with a torch
Whip looks like it might've lost the second world war
Ruby such an animal
7th ward dragon
When I breathe it's fucking flammable
Keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals
All these fucking chains
You would think I'm wearing mannacles
Yea bitch tell what's happening
Dick so big I'll turn her pussy to the grand canyon
All my haters pussy like I keep on smelling salmon
Keep it old school
I might pull up with a cannon
Yeah bitch tell me what it is
Wake up with a smile picking out the right fit
Oj in the morning like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick

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