$uicideboy$ - Fuck Your Culture lyrics
[$uicideboy$ - Fuck Your Culture lyrics]
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding
Gunning, running with the devils, man
Triple the six up, fuck my
Bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man
Spawn of satan ridin' with a
Couple weapons on 'em
2-11 tossed from heaven
Junkie creepin' out a coma
Tell me how you want it
Demons clinching on my heart, boy
Creepin' in the 7th
Down that motherfucker Saint Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny
God can't stand me
Fuck a standard, fuck your culture
Motherfuck a fuckin' Grammy
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
There's a dozen rotten bouquets on
Top of the two graves
I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one
For me and one for you, baby
Totaled the new Mercedes
So I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a chew babe
Unsheathe the blue blade and place
It right beside your neck
Hold up, what the fuck you know of?
Rollin' the wool off of the
Wolf and facing facts sober
These last few months, bitch
I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah
I'm a king cobra
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
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Glock, smoked out tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding
Gunning, running with the devils, man
Triple the six up, fuck my
Bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man
Spawn of satan ridin' with a
Couple weapons on 'em
2-11 tossed from heaven
Junkie creepin' out a coma
Tell me how you want it
Demons clinching on my heart, boy
Creepin' in the 7th
Down that motherfucker Saint Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny
God can't stand me
Fuck a standard, fuck your culture
Motherfuck a fuckin' Grammy
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
There's a dozen rotten bouquets on
Top of the two graves
I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one
For me and one for you, baby
Totaled the new Mercedes
So I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a chew babe
Unsheathe the blue blade and place
It right beside your neck
Hold up, what the fuck you know of?
Rollin' the wool off of the
Wolf and facing facts sober
These last few months, bitch
I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah
I'm a king cobra
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
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