Letra Suicide - Girl Talk & Freeway
All eyes on me
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
It's a suicide, what you gon' do about it?
I bet your crew would die, leave your mom teary
Do him YouTube video or I might do him Vine (Uh-huh)
Pull up on an album, blow his mind that I'm doing fine
Rappers come to Philly, we will yap you if your jewelry shine
Need to get your jewelry back or you will get your jewelry prawned
When I buck him, I'm out, I ain't fucking with the judge and I ain't fucking up your jury time
Just like N.O.R.E., I'm on the run, eating
Rather dart when I pull it, these bullets heat-seeking
I got what it takes to rock the mic right
And I also got what it takes to make you meet the reaper
Bitch, I got the flavor and it's banging through your speakers
But I still get the heater, shoot a nigga out the bleachers
You should let me teach you
When y'all goin' learn? If we bring out them burners, you'll be bringing out the preacher
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
Suicide, it's a suicide, biddy, bye, bye
Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, biddy, bye, bye
Suicide, it's a suicide
I want 'em all dead, kill 'em all dead
I don't care if you're bald-headed or a nappy dread
Don't feel the love, came to show you we not happy here
Don't try me, still lodge a bullet in your nappy head
Yeah, if I'm somewhere with a strappy neck
Draw on you, put the paws on you just like Strappy said
But if I'm strapped, run up on me, you'll get clapped
I will peel a nigga cap even though I got a rap career
And before that, I had a pot career
Coke in the water, in the pot in there, it's hot in there
I seen smokers rot in there, cops came, and we hid in there
Then they contemplated, then they raided, we were not in there
New niggas tryna come around since we made it, where
Were you when we were incarcerated? You were not in there
Rocks in our gear, rock-a-wear before Rocawear
We don't feel you, you should go and kill yourself, lock the head, blaow
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
It's a suicide, what you gon' do about it?
I bet your crew would die, leave your mom teary
Do him YouTube video or I might do him Vine (Uh-huh)
Pull up on an album, blow his mind that I'm doing fine
Rappers come to Philly, we will yap you if your jewelry shine
Need to get your jewelry back or you will get your jewelry prawned
When I buck him, I'm out, I ain't fucking with the judge and I ain't fucking up your jury time
Just like N.O.R.E., I'm on the run, eating
Rather dart when I pull it, these bullets heat-seeking
I got what it takes to rock the mic right
And I also got what it takes to make you meet the reaper
Bitch, I got the flavor and it's banging through your speakers
But I still get the heater, shoot a nigga out the bleachers
You should let me teach you
When y'all goin' learn? If we bring out them burners, you'll be bringing out the preacher
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
Suicide, it's a suicide, biddy, bye, bye
Suicide, it's a suicide, yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, biddy, bye, bye
Suicide, it's a suicide
I want 'em all dead, kill 'em all dead
I don't care if you're bald-headed or a nappy dread
Don't feel the love, came to show you we not happy here
Don't try me, still lodge a bullet in your nappy head
Yeah, if I'm somewhere with a strappy neck
Draw on you, put the paws on you just like Strappy said
But if I'm strapped, run up on me, you'll get clapped
I will peel a nigga cap even though I got a rap career
And before that, I had a pot career
Coke in the water, in the pot in there, it's hot in there
I seen smokers rot in there, cops came, and we hid in there
Then they contemplated, then they raided, we were not in there
New niggas tryna come around since we made it, where
Were you when we were incarcerated? You were not in there
Rocks in our gear, rock-a-wear before Rocawear
We don't feel you, you should go and kill yourself, lock the head, blaow
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, it's a suicide
Fuckin' with my crew and I, it's a suicide
It's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow
Nigga, it's a suicide, came here to blow
I'm talkin' three scores and four years ago, prepared to flow, grrah
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
It's a suicide
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