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Suicideyear

Official Ghost Inhale

still get to the paper,Know I still get to the paper ,and u don't got time for no haters and I don't got time for no favors aye,yuh [hook]she spend her days wasting all of my time,I spend my money got loads of the sprite,I only sip it when you on my mind,I'm only smoking cause I'm on the grind,xannies inside of my chest to replace,grabbing on life but it feel like a race,try to finesse to get shot in the face,had a Honda but i switch to the range,you know I like when you do that on me. when you do that on me,

min monarch

HERE THE LYRICSSuicideYearWho?Sad Boys[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 1]Sad Boys, we on deck"Am I awake?", I got to checkWent to sleep, then I came backI'm the same guy smoking loud packIced out, right back, PCP attackGreedy pills hoes, on my ball sackThey don't know how to actHigh tech watch, high tech lockedBroken skies, fantastic foxGot keys, but I'll never find the lockEmotion boys we in the UFOSkies pink when I'm on ecstasyIn Tokyo, playing MarioSad Boys blastin' your stereosSucking on my nuts like pistachiosMixing champagne with CarpaccioSlangin dough, Ho I'm in that poloStacks of money, more for youMilkshakes with the crushed up oreosI'm in Italy, RodeoForgive me after my death, CaravaggioLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them inLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them inShawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 2]Bitch I light up the sky, call me CharmeleonMy life's on the lineI ain't Charmander, but I'm nearly on, clearly on drugsThat will make you hear clearly wrongLonger than my yearly bong hitShawty thinks she's guest star LeanLean Doer dresses slickerI'm so iced out that it's WinterDestroy my stupid liverI be on that Bape shit, you rocking QuicksilverNever hesitate, shit, to pull the triggerLuxurious steak for my dinner, throw Bombay down the riverYea, you get that pictureGold and silver around my fingerShorty on that West Side, she a gold digger, wake upAnd I'm a winner, showering in five starHo take that look in the mirror, I'm on my grindLike all the time, Bitch I'm MurakamiShawty sucking on my pastrami, get that salamiHook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtShawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Outro]Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtSad Boys

Mortog Gro-Malog

I bounced on mah boys D 4 three hours to this

alan dorame

S a d B o y s O n T h a t T r o l l e y I n S D

blkbird

D I S G U S T I N G 3 D G I R L

Manu García

someone knows other instrumental of this style? thanks

Cesar Anderson

SuicideyearSad Boys[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 1]Sad Boys, we on deck"Am I awake?", I got to checkWent to sleep, then I came backI'm the same guy smoking loud packIced out, right back, PCP attackGreedy pills hoes, on my ball sackThey don't know how to actHigh tech watch, high tech lockedBroken skies, fantastic foxGot keys, but I'll never find the lockEmotion boys we in the UFOSkies pink when I'm on ecstasyIn Tokyo, playing MarioSad Boys blastin' your stereosSucking on my nuts like pistachiosMixing champagne with CarpaccioSlangin dough, Ho I'm in that poloStacks of money, more for youMilkshakes with the crushed up oreosI'm in Italy, RodeoForgive me after my death, CaravaggioLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them inLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them in[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 2]Bitch I light up the sky, call me CharmeleonMy life's on the lineI ain't Charmander, but I'm nearly on, clearly on drugsThat will make you hear clearly wrongLonger than my yearly bong hitShawty thinks she's guest star LeanLean Doer dresses slickerI'm so iced out that it's WinterDestroy my stupid liverI be on that Bape shit, you rocking QuicksilverNever hesitate, shit, to pull the triggerLuxurious steak for my dinner, throw Bombay down the riverYea, you get that pictureGold and silver around my fingerShorty on that West Side, she a gold digger, wake upAnd I'm a winner, showering in five starHo take that look in the mirror, I'm on my grindLike all the time, Bitch I'm MurakamiShawty sucking on my pastrami, get that salami[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtShawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Outro]Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtSad Boys

Cesar Anderson

Sad Boys, we on deck"Am I awake?", I got to checkWent to sleep, then I came backI'm the same guy smoking loud packIced out, right back, PCP attackGreedy pills hoes, on my ball sackThey don't know how to actHigh tech watch, high tech lockedBroken skies, fantastic foxGot keys, but I'll never find the lockEmotion boys we in the UFOSkies pink when I'm on ecstasyIn Tokyo, playing MarioSad Boys blastin' your stereosSucking on my nuts like pistachiosMixing champagne with CarpaccioSlangin dough, Ho I'm in that polo

Alex Ortiz

[Intro]SuicideyearSad Boys[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 1]Sad Boys, we on deck"Am I awake?", I got to checkWent to sleep, then I came backI'm the same guy smoking loud packIced out, right back, PCP attackGreedy pills hoes, on my ball sackThey don't know how to actHigh tech watch, high tech lockedBroken skies, fantastic foxGot keys, but I'll never find the lockEmotion boys we in the UFOSkies pink when I'm on ecstasyIn Tokyo, playing MarioSad Boys blastin' your stereosSucking on my nuts like pistachiosMixing champagne with CarpaccioSlangin dough, Ho I'm in that poloStacks of money, more for youMilkshakes with the crushed up oreosI'm in Italy, RodeoForgive me after my death, CaravaggioLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them inLouis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let them in[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Verse 2]Bitch I light up the sky, call me CharmeleonMy life's on the lineI ain't Charmander, but I'm nearly on, clearly on drugsThat will make you hear clearly wrongLonger than my yearly bong hitShawty thinks she's guest star LeanLean Doer dresses slickerI'm so iced out that it's WinterDestroy my stupid liverI be on that Bape shit, you rocking QuicksilverNever hesitate, shit, to pull the triggerLuxurious steak for my dinner, throw Bombay down the riverYea, you get that pictureGold and silver around my fingerShorty on that West Side, she a gold digger, wake upAnd I'm a winner, showering in five starHo take that look in the mirror, I'm on my grindLike all the time, Bitch I'm MurakamiShawty sucking on my pastrami, get that salami[Hook]Shawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtShawty Ima do things that you ain't never didFinna wake up next to you, in my crib, causeI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurt[Outro]Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinLouis Louis Louis duffel bag filled with heroinI'ma make you hurtI'ma I'ma make you hurtSad Boys

Dzialach

ay instrumetal is better

HeisenWirt

S U I C I D E Y E A R | W O O | S A D B O Y S

Toyomulo’s Son

Should have had a pic of Arizona ice tea

Jaime Clement

Tbh this so trash like what the fuck is this???

Tweek Tweak

huhsaadboooys

Neon Sushi

Wait technically because suicideyear made the beat, this would be Suicideyear - CCCXXV

Lemon.

From where is the sample

Lil Skerrrt

This shit just makes me think about life itself haha

Reonlie the Survivor

play at 2 speed way better

David Ogren

drug possession at night red nike flights in the pavement melted to the payment glued to the fragrance dat lean got me wavey saveing all my savings asian money is what i got ate a whole sushi bar in vegas tushi feels so amazing no neeed for the lames ill exterminate it sxperiment on there legaments throw um in the sewer let the fish taste them im in satan i control all im a sediment see me shape shift rock into stone and build a car out of it like the flintstones im racing nick name pedro i got no mother fucking payroll im on patrol for the pesos pesos pesos hydro in my loins loan of a million hell yea ill build a wall made out of a single torch light of the world past out on my porch

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