Аккорды к песне ​$UICIDEBOY$ — Fucking Your Culture

 
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[Intro] 
(It’s a Smash!) 
Play-play-play-play-players never doubt 
(You did good, $lick) 
 
[Verse 1: Northside Shorty] 
It's that demented motherfucker, I'm kickin' it with my brothers 
Repping the *59, you know Grey the fucking color 
My gat' screamin', “Kill 'em Wetto, hit 'em where they lay!” 
Smokin' 'em like some indo, let the pistol up and spray 
Never could be fucked with, my dick, they love to suck it 
They calling me game seven $lick, I switch a bitch like subjects 
Pull up continental, make a hoe get sеntimental 
I got 18K in dental, ballin' with no fundamentals 
Michaеl Jackson off a thriller dose, hold off on the killer dose 
Cookin' up in a rental (Bam!), Emeril with the chemical 
Grippin' on my genitals, Northside general 
Pull up in that Benz, Forgis turn it something cynical, anyway (Northside!) 
Thinking I'm 'bout to die by anyday (Northside!) 
Half high pass five (Northside!), rollin' up that Mary Jay (Northside!) 
I might drop 30 like I'm Curry (Northside!) with no NBA (Northside!) 
Hop out, Eddie Murray with the stick (Northside!) and let it swing away (Northside!) 
Hot boy turn the block out, pimping out the crack house 
Macking up on these bitches, flew a hoe to fuck from Krakow 
My dick threw her back out, packed and flew her back out 
Been running and gunning and fucking, all while tripping in a black out 
Mane, it's the killer (North), Northside Guerilla 
Mom and dad both fiends and my ex a pill dealer (Northside!) 
Tell me who keep it realer? There's no drug I ain’t touched 
Basquiat your face, and I Banksy your place up 
Boy aim with your face up, they clowns with no make up 
This me before warm ups, I ain't even laced up 
Fuckboy get your rank up, robbing and dealing and homicide 
Spice one, Wetto from the ghetto, I was born to die 
 
[Verse 2: Southside Shorty] 
Ruby gettin' up in them gizzards, neck look like a blizzard 
Keepin' an eye on these snakes in the grass, so I move just like a lizard 
Backwood tastes vanilla, popping painkillers 
Grip the .45, I feel like the Grey Gorilla 
Chickenheads flocking, they think I'm a quesadilla 
Beating up the pussy, I must be a lady killer, yeah 
Papa Pine, break yo' spine, rub her clit likes it's a vibe 
Now she's asking what's my sign, so I threw up the *59 
I'm the Lord of the 7th Ward, pick the lock on heaven's door 
Feel no need to settle scores, leave pussies red and sore 
Never called her back, she breakin' down like metalcore 
Everybody steals my sauce like they fiending for peppercorn (7th Ward!) 
Check the score (7th Ward!), Grey*59, five and o' in the fourth (7th Ward!) 
What a chore, rolled a blunt so big (7th Ward!) we'll have to light it with a torch (7th Ward!) 
Whip looks like it might've lost the Second World War, yah (7th Ward!) 
Ruby such an animal (7th Ward!) 
7th Ward Dragon, when I breathe it's fucking flammable 
Keep my click tight and isolated like we cannibals 
Spit so many bars you'll think infinity is tangible 
All these fucking chains, you would think I'm wearing mannacles 
Yeah, bitch, tell me what's happenin' 
Dick so big, I'll turn her pussy to the Grand Canyon 
All my haters pussy, like I keep on smelling salmon 
Keep it old school, I might pull up with a cannon 
Yeah, bitch, tell me what it is 
Wake up with a smile, picking out the right fit 
O.J. in the mornin', like I stabbed a white bitch 
Every color in the fucking rainbow sucked my white dick 
 
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[Outro] 
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