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$UICIDEBOY$ — Matte Black
Artist: → $uicideboy$
$UICIDEBOY$ — Matte Black — lyrics
[Intro: Yung Christ]
(You did good $lick)
(It’s a SMASH!)
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
[Verse 1: Yung Christ]
I got a Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stand
Swingin’ that K’ wit’ an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Staining that boy in the clothes he in
All of my walls, they closing in
51/50, they tryna come get me
Just minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin’ packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating, should I relapse?
But back to the hoe I was talkin’ ’bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimpin’ up in my blood, what’s up cuz?
Stacking that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
$licky pull up in the quarter mill’ and slaughter up your daughtеr
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels don’t walk, he drivе on water
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good ’til it fuckin’ ain’t, woods to the fucking face
Ridin’ with my baby, sage lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, throw up never [?]
Throw up when I’m spitting game (Game)
Show me how that pussy shaved (Shaved)
Doses climbin’ with my shame (Shame)
Momma crying for my pain (Pain)
Pray to ever understand, can I even know my debt
Money fuckin’ up my fam’, giving em’ till there’s nothing left
Pulling up in that eight (Damn)
Choppa stay on me, don’t need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, don’t need no friends
Hope we just fuck and I don’t catch feelings
I’m with my cousin and talkin’ plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Thumbin’ through money like Democrats
[Verse 2: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
There ain’t an ace in the cards I was dealt
I’m 31, still don’t know how to take care of myself
Honestly, I’m scared that I might melt
Leave me all a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life I’ll come back as a nice belt, Ion’ know
There’s a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is I’ll snort that shit and probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit y’all try and pull me through
But I’m still shining, baby girl wilin’
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat ’bout the way I’m gripping my nine, yeah
I’m always on my toes but I’m still the same height
Standing tall above my grave
Make sure it’s filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I can’t put them on my wall, that shit just ain’t my taste
It ain’t my taste, it ain’t my taste!
Shawty wanna marry me, I said you’re better off in debt
If it didn’t work out baby, I’ll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Fuck on me baby, I’m still a mess and no that ain’t a threat
All about my family that’s Grey*59
Try and be all I can be and I waste my time
On the brink of insanity, I can’t make up my mind
Yeah, I battled my vanity and I think I’m blind
[Outro: Yung Christ & Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air
Three fingers in the air
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, m-
Three fingers in the air, main
All about my family that’s Grey*59
All about my family that’s Grey*59
Try and be all I can be and I waste my ti-ti-ti-time
Try and be all I can be and I waste my time
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