$uicideboy$ - Fucking Your Culture lyrics

(It’s a Smash)
Play-play-play-play-players never doubt
(You did good, $lick)

It's that demented motherfucker
I'm kickin' it with my brothers
Repping the 59
You know Grey the fucking color
My gat' screamin', "Kill 'em Wetto
Hit 'em where they lay!"
Smokin' '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 seven $lick
I switch a bitch like subjects
Pull up continental
Make a hoe get sеntimental
I got 18K in dental
Ballin' with no fundamentals
Michaеl Jackson off a thriller dose
Hold off on the killer dose
Cookin' up in a rental
(Bam) , Emeril with the chemical
Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general
Pull up in that Benz, Forgis
Turn it something cynical
Anyway
(Northside)
Thinking I'm 'bout to die by anyday
(Northside)
Half high pass five
(Northside)
Rollin' up that Mary Jay (Northside)
I might drop 30 like I'm Curry
(Northside) with no NBA (Northside)
Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick
(Northside) and let it swing away (Northside)
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
(North) , Northside Guerilla
Mom and dad both fiends and
My ex a pill dealer
(Northside)
Tell me who keep it realer? There's
No drug I ain’t touched
Basquiat your face
And I Banksy your place up
Boy aim with your face up
They clowns with no make up
This me before warm ups
I ain't even laced up
Fuckboy get your rank up
Robbing and dealing and homicide
Spice one, Wetto from the ghetto
I was born to die

Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards
Neck look like a blizzard
Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass
So I move just like a lizard
Backwood tastes vanilla, popping painkillers
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
Yeah
Papa Pine, break yo' spine
Rub her clit likes 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 on heaven's door
Feel no need to settle scores
Leave pussies red and sore
Never called her back
She breakin' down like metalcore
Everybody steals my sauce like
They fiending for peppercorn
(7th Ward)
Check the score
(7th Ward) , Grey59
Five and o' in the fourth (7th Ward)
What a chore, rolled a blunt so big
(7th Ward) we'll have to light it
With a torch (7th Ward)
Whip looks like it might've lost
The Second World War
Yah
(7th Ward)
Ruby such an animal (7th Ward)
7th Ward Dragon
When I breathe it's fucking flammable
Keep my click tight and
Isolated like we cannibals
Spit so many bars you'll
Think infinity is tangible
All these fucking chains
You would think I'm wearing mannacles
Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin'
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
O.J. in the mornin'
Like I stabbed a white bitch
Every color in the fucking rainbow
Sucked my white dick

Wait for a beep, dial 5-9 and hit the pound
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