Suicideboys "Paris" letra

Paris

[Verse 1: Slick Sloth]Ay, ay, ay, tell me what you know'Bout a motherfucker out the bottomWith a gold grill gleamin', makin' all these hoes problemsStalker, creepin', out the fuckin' dungeonSwitchblade on 'em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin'Thirty rounds of the clip off ripToo thick with the stick bet I won't missLil' Slick real sick, don't talk shitWhip, whip, like a brick scale on fish$uicide, night time, no we don't fight crime, ohIt's the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oohBodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify meYung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes on ice singing R.I.P

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]Ruby was a motherfucking rejectThen I cut my wrists and now I motherfucking bleed checksStill broke after all the motherfucking weed gets rolledHoes askin' if I see a ghost, tell 'em noI just seep smoke when the weeds blownShe chokes from the deep-throat, three feet of rope, lethalSlay the fuckin' sheep, so evilI'mma hang myself and then I get to see homeRuby a fucking demonRuby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt downRuby the result of a reject from a small townTurned into a demon, I'm evolved nowLoud growl, Snow Leopard on the prowlStay the fuck back, hoeSlay the whole pack hoePaint the globe black hoeSoon I will shed this skin, turn to the devilThen I'll never reminisce

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