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Paris
by SuicideBoy

Tell me what you know
'Bout a motherfucker at the bottom
With a gold grill gleaming, make all these hoes problems
Stalker, creepin', out the fuckin' dungeon
Switchblade on 'em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dump 'em
30 rounds of the clip off rip
Too thick with the stick bet I won't miss
Lil' Slick real sick, don't talk shit
Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish
$uicide, night time, no we don't fight crime, oh
It's the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oh
Bodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify me
Yung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes on ice singing R.I.P

Ruby was a motherfucking reject
Then I cut my wrists and never motherfucking bleach it
Still broke, get to roll a mother fucker
Weed gets road hoes asking if I see a ghost, tell 'em no
I just see smoke when the weed blow
She choke from the deep-throat, 3 feet of rope, lethal
Slay the fuckin' sheep, so evil
All my hate, my suffer, then I get to see ya'll
Ruby a fucking demon
Ruby got the cuff now, who's tryna bluff now?
Will it be resolved? Never, bitch I 'm from a small town
Turned into a demon, I'm evolved now
Loud growls, snow Leopard on the prowl
Stay the fuck back hoes
Slay the whole pack hoe
Paint it all black hoe
Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil then I'll never reminisce

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