Suicideboys "Paris" paroles

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

Ici on peut trouver les paroles de la chanson Paris de Suicideboys. Ou les paroles du poème Paris. Suicideboys Paris texte.