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What’s up, what’s up
Suicideyear, ooh
Sadboys
Shawty I’ma do you ain’t never did
Finna up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, make you hurt
you hurt
I’ma, I’ma you hurt
Shawty I’ma do things that you ain’t never did
Finna wake up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
Sadboys, we on deck
Am I awake? I gotta check
Went to sleep, never came back
I’m the same guy loud pack
Iced out, right back
PCP attack, 3D pills
Hoes on my ball sack
don’t how to act
High tech watch, high locked
Broken skies, fantastic fox
Got keys, but I’ll never find the lock
Emotionalboys we in the UFO
when I’m on ecstasy
In Tokyo, playing Mario
blastin' stereos
Sucking on my nuts like pistachios
Mixing champagne with Carpaccio
Slangin' dough, hoe in that polo
of money, more for you
Milkshakes with the crushed up oreos
I’m in Italy, Rodeo
me my death, Caravaggio
Louis duffle bag filled with heroin
goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in
Louis duffle bag with heroin
who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I light up the sky, call me Charmeleon
My life’s on the line
I ain’t Charmander, but I’m nearly on
Clearly on drugs
That will make you hear, clearly wrong
Longer than my yearly bong hit
Shawty thinks she got style
Leandoer dresses slicker
I’m so iced out that it’s winter
Destroy my stupid liver
I be on that shit, you rocking Quicksilver
Never hesitate shit, to pull the trigger
Luxurious steak before my dinner
Throw bodies down the river
Yeah, you get picture
Gold and silver 'round my finger
Shawty on that West Side, she a gold digger
Wake up and I’m a winner
Showering in five star
Hoe take a look in the mirror
I’m on my grind like all the time
Bitch Murakami
sucking on my pastrami, get that salami
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
Shawty I’ma do things you never did
Finna wake up to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
Shawty I’ma do that you ain’t never did
Finna up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
I’ma, you hurt
Louis duffle bag filled heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffle bag filled heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffle bag filled with heroin
I’ma I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
Sadboys
Suicideyear, ooh
Sadboys
Shawty I’ma do you ain’t never did
Finna up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, make you hurt
you hurt
I’ma, I’ma you hurt
Shawty I’ma do things that you ain’t never did
Finna wake up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
Sadboys, we on deck
Am I awake? I gotta check
Went to sleep, never came back
I’m the same guy loud pack
Iced out, right back
PCP attack, 3D pills
Hoes on my ball sack
don’t how to act
High tech watch, high locked
Broken skies, fantastic fox
Got keys, but I’ll never find the lock
Emotionalboys we in the UFO
when I’m on ecstasy
In Tokyo, playing Mario
blastin' stereos
Sucking on my nuts like pistachios
Mixing champagne with Carpaccio
Slangin' dough, hoe in that polo
of money, more for you
Milkshakes with the crushed up oreos
I’m in Italy, Rodeo
me my death, Caravaggio
Louis duffle bag filled with heroin
goons who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in
Louis duffle bag with heroin
who finna trip on LSD acid tabs, let 'em in
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I light up the sky, call me Charmeleon
My life’s on the line
I ain’t Charmander, but I’m nearly on
Clearly on drugs
That will make you hear, clearly wrong
Longer than my yearly bong hit
Shawty thinks she got style
Leandoer dresses slicker
I’m so iced out that it’s winter
Destroy my stupid liver
I be on that shit, you rocking Quicksilver
Never hesitate shit, to pull the trigger
Luxurious steak before my dinner
Throw bodies down the river
Yeah, you get picture
Gold and silver 'round my finger
Shawty on that West Side, she a gold digger
Wake up and I’m a winner
Showering in five star
Hoe take a look in the mirror
I’m on my grind like all the time
Bitch Murakami
sucking on my pastrami, get that salami
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
Shawty I’ma do things you never did
Finna wake up to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
Shawty I’ma do that you ain’t never did
Finna up next to you in my crib
'Cause I’ma you hurt
I’ma, I’ma make you hurt
I’ma you hurt
I’ma, you hurt
Louis duffle bag filled heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffle bag filled heroin
Louis Louis Louis duffle bag filled with heroin
I’ma I’ma make you hurt
I’ma make you hurt
Sadboys
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