Musica de Suicideboys del Genero: Hip Hop Todos los artistas y cantantes de música de Hip Hop son individuos talentosos y apasionados que dedican su vida a crear y compartir su arte con el mundo. Su música de Suicideboys tiene el poder de emocionarnos, inspirarnos y conectarnos a un nivel profundo. En este blog FoxMusicaDe, exploraremos el mundo de los artistas y cantantes de música del genero Hip Hop, destacando su dedicación, creatividad y contribuciones a la cultura.
Los artistas y cantantes de música tienen la capacidad única de expresar sus emociones y experiencias a través de su voz y talento musical. A través de sus letras y melodías, nos llevan a un viaje emocional y nos permiten conectarnos con nuestras propias emociones.
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Crucify Me Wearing Tommy Lyrics[Verse 1: Tony With The Tommy]
This that lo-fi, $uicide, dreams of when I die
Blood red tears when I cry
Manic depression in my eyes
Player from the 80's, crack cocaine done raised me
Lucifer done saved me
Satan's son in a Mercedes (Skrrt)
$uicide for life, 'til I rot and decay
I'm hearing, "Kill 'em all" with every word that I say
This my inauguration day to come up out of my grave
Resurrected by the demon, Antoine de Moné
But, let's get deeper, got some bitches and a beeper
Soul seeker, I'm the fuckin" devil's Aaron Neville
I got a soul to sell, so it's settled
Last week, I sold my soul for a fuckin' bezel
Crucify me—
[Chorus]
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin" for that blood to spill
Pop them pills and sip that Barre
Gut that blunt and light that 'gar, I'm smokin' 'til the death
Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next
[Verse 2: Yung Plague]
Put me in a fuckin' Polo bodybag
Don't be jealous, everybody wantin' what Oddy have, shotty blast
Put that Tommy back and grab the Gucci
Uzi sprayin' through me, no, my life ain't like no motherfuckin' movie
Yeah, it's more like a confession tape
Tape her confession, take off her dress and watch her fuckin' faint
Pretty girl sacrifice, ugly ho in the back on ice
Lit a match 'cause the gas was askin' twice
Slash and slice, I'm passin' lice
Snatchin' ice and castin' dice
Luck of the draw
Stuffin' with straw 'til I choke and I clog
Yeah, I'm cuffin' myself, bitch, to Lucifer's claw
Suit and a saw
Killin" yo'self is just business, please don't take it personal
In my hell it's snowin', bitch, I'm watchin' winter fall
[Chorus: Yung Plague, Yung Plauge & Tony With The Tommy]
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Pop them pills and sip that Barre
Gut that blunt and light that 'gar, I'm smokin' 'til the death
Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Pop them pills and sip that Barre
Gut that blunt and light that 'gar, I'm smokin' 'til the death
Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next
Crucify me wearin' Tommy
All black with the goons behind me
Lurkin', searchin' for that blood to spill
Pop them pills and sip that Barre
Gut that blunt and light that 'gar, I'm smokin' 'til the death
Pop them bars and fuck that broad, I'm searchin' for what's next