Sueco - Motel 666 lyrics
Sueco [William Henry Victor Schultz] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Sueco - Motel 666 lyrics]
I'm very proud of you
315 we doin' this shit
We gon' change the world
I'm proud of you, motherfucker
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Put the blame on me
Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions, uh
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman
Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah
Yeah
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Everybody kept callin'
I had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin' 'cause
I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals
I got money on my mind
Ayy, twelve bands, run and
Stack that, stack that, stack that
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
(One, two, One, two, three, go)
Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick
315 we doin' this shit
We gon' change the world
I'm proud of you, motherfucker
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Put the blame on me
Blew the whole advance, I went back to broke
Motel 6 feet below
Spent it on a chain and designer clothes
Nothin' in the bank, but I still got hoes
I spent it on my old friends
Never mix business with emotions, uh
Backstabbed by the ones I kept closest, uh
Hit the potion, three-wheel motion
Yeah, my luck ran short, Gary Coleman
Ayy, twelve bands, run and stack that, yeah
Yeah
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Everybody kept callin'
I had to change my line
Don't ask how I'm doin' 'cause
I'm doin' just fine
Feel it in my chest, feel it in my spine
Goin' through withdrawals
I got money on my mind
Ayy, twelve bands, run and
Stack that, stack that, stack that
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Veins ran dry, no blood to bleed
Gave you everything then you fuckin' leave
I don't want your goddamn apology
Blew the whole bag, put the blame on me
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh
(One, two, One, two, three, go)
Get the fuck out my face, lil' bitch
I'ma come back hard and write on my wrist
No more handouts, I ain't givin' shit
Suck my dick