Suicideyear - Delinquents lyrics

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Suicideyear - Delinquents lyrics

[Verse 1: Bones] What? Young white pimp, switchblade on my dick Blunt guts in my veins, Backwoods on my lips I ain't ridin' with a clip, I'm ridin' with my clique No tent, let 'em see me when I'm ridin' in the whip Black beeper on my hip, buzzin' hard like a b**h Nextel makin' moves, and I make a b**h strip Feed her d**, watch her die, I'mma help the suicide All my girls goin' to die when they see I have a ride When they see just how I act, when they hear just how I rap All black to the hat, now I'm creepin' for the cash Flashback to the past, now I'm pimpin' in the flash f** whoever said I wouldn't, gettin' cash, flickin' ash I'm, b**h, livin' life like a prince Got j**els on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist I'm, what, livin' like a motherf**in' prince Got j**els on my hands, heirlooms on my wrist What? [Verse 2: Eddy Baker] Eddy f**in' Baker, b**h, know I'm high off the dope Got the grams in my pocket and a scale in my coat k**in' every f**in' beat, yeah, it's murder he wrote Try to play me for a ho, then I'm grabbin' your throat God damn, I'm so dope like a bag of the blow f**ed your b**h in the bathroom and you didn't even know I just hit it from the back while she sniffin' the snow Bust a nut in her face then I hit the backdo' I'm a crook, motherf**er, got no love for the po' I can never wife a b**h, I'm in love with the dough Got some plugs on the d**, I can get 'em for low Ecstasy, marijuana, even pints of the poe My n***as stay in the streets but we still keep it low Little blunts, little f**, then we hittin' the sto' I can never get enough, always fiendin' some mo' Bad b**h on my dick, how deep can I go? Yup, Yeah

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