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lirik lagu 10,000 degrees – $uicideboy$

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[intro]
gold on my big nine, now i’m finna shoot to k!ll
[?] slippin’ [?] do the deal
gold on my big nine, now i’m finna shoot to k!ll
[?] slippin’ [?] do the deal
gold on my big nine, now i’m finna shoot to k!ll
[?] slippin’ [?] do the deal
gold on my big nine, now i’m finna shoot to k!ll
[?] slippin’ [?] do the deal
gold on my big nine, now i’m finna shoot to k!ll
[?] slippin’ [?] do the deal

[verse 1: yung plague with ($lick $loth)]
aye, aye (ruby you got it)
straight out of h-ll
ring the bells
straight out of h-ll
ring the bells
i am the devil’s son born and raised
[?] $uicide googly eyes tell me more okay?
praise the f-ckin’ devil god can suck my d-ck i scorch the veins
[?]
gold on my big nine–
wait a f-cking minute, i got more to say
threatenin’ swordplay [?]

[verse 2: $lick $loth]
death is inevitable
the f-cking $carecrow
walking on his tip-toes
while your blood stay, we’ll flow
you know, mister typical
hearing the f-cking voices through my window
(begging to be dead!)
but no worries, just like chuckie
cutthroat got the blade and a knife
made that rise for the yung christ, never even die
my father just forsaken, i
i’m still $uicide until i die
it’s an eye for an eye
speaking of eye, i
see the reaper having a busy season
won’t even let me rest while i’m sleepin’
it’s getting harder though, watch from the bleachers
the father of evil, like can evil [?]
xanaxy, close to lethal syrup
breathing the junkie used to needles
so i threw ra-pa-pac up (pow! pow! pow! pow!)
load a nine, now my time’s up, yeah

[outro: $lick $loth]
(that’s how i grew up)
that’s how i grew up, i f-ck up (f-ck, oh sh-t)
throw the nine ra-pa-pac up, f-ck