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.
Además de su talento musical, los artistas y cantantes son verdaderos profesionales en su campo. Trabajan arduamente para perfeccionar
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Self-Inflicted Lyrics[Intro: Ruby Da Cherry]
(This was made exclusively for FTP)
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby
You don't fuckin' know me, bitch
(Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer)
I'm tired of all these dudes
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Hmm, fuck your homies
(Ayy, haha)
Shut the fuck up and listen
(Ayy)
[Verse 1: Ruby Da Cherry]
Five to the nine to the grey, such a clan of mistakes
I tried taking my life as a plan to escape
Never planned to get paid
All this cash in the bank got me laughin' maniacally
Gas in the tank, no more askin', "Please hire me"
Beggin', "Don't fire me, sir, I'm so sorry I'm late"
Now I am late when I wanna be, so I'm gonna be late
What the fuck's my name? I forgot it
What day is today? Drugs prey on my brain
Can't stop it, keep on poppin'
"Oddy changed after the fame"
Hahaha, bitch, I'm still the same piece of shit that you ignored in college
Yah, yah, yah
[Interlude: Scrim]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I swear to God, I hate every single one of you motherfuckers
(Second world, ahh)
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 2: Scrim]
Double cup, drownin' my hurt (Ah)
FTP all on my shirt (Ah)
Told Zac', "I need me a Perc'" (Ah)
Starship, I'm whippin' like Kirk (Ah)
Might be off Addy and Xan (Ah)
G*59 be the clan (Ah)
Chew all my pills like my dad (Ah)
Grab my dick, "He-He," I'm bad (Ah)
Fuck a stigma, I'm a drug addict
Mind missin' like Trump ballots
Empty the jacket out the ratchet
More guns than Barack's pallets
Mind missin' like "Hey, found it"
I'm too foul like "Hey, count it"
Shoutin' "Grey" like I'm autistic
So high, broke the laws of physics