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Magnolia

"Magnolia" Lyrics by $uicideboy$

[Trap Hou$e $crim:]

Ridin’ in the 3rd with the all black tint

Smoke one hoe get high with a pimp

Kick the front door bitch better bust down

Sippin’ on dip while we break down the loud

Just know one thing I don’t fuck with nobody

Case fulla shells with a 12 gauge shotty

Trap Hou$e $crim bitch I could give a fuck

Ridin’ round town with the 9 on tuck

Never hesitate if I gotta go and bust

Dare a mother fucker to try and act tough

100 mother fuckers that’s all ready to rush

100 mother fucker’s that’s dying to light ’em up

Live from the land where you 6 feet deep

Before you even die just standing on your feet

Gold teeth with a grin that will make a bitch wet

504 keep the choppers on flex

[7th Ward Lord:]

Bitch I’m from New Orleans

7th Ward Lord cutting guts with a sword

Yung Mutt cause I’m half fucking foreign

Give me the blunt

Bitch you wasting all the weed

Pass it around use my lungs as the storage

Pit bull in the yard stay away from my gate

That’s a motherfucking warning

20 inch spokes like a platinum switch blade

Ice on my wrist help the swelling go down from the slit

You can find me in the motherfucking tank

500 degrees

4 dollar signs

Dial up my line I’m on the east bank

Suicide left the blood on my shank

*59 Yin Yang

[KirbLaGoop:]

Hundred thou, hundred thou, $uicide, $uicide

Who you think you fucking with? You done lost yo mind (Lost yo mind)

Boom boom boom boom boom boom (Do do do do do)

That’s all you hear when I stand in the room

Boy I jugg, jugg, jugg (you can check my right wrist)

Everyday in the kitchen watch me flip

I can cook, I can cook, Betty Crocker (I’m a baker)

Got them cakes and I serve pills like a doctor (I got prescriptions)

I’m on the corner, on the corner, fuck the corner (man fuck that shit)

I’m in the house serving weed like a farmer (I’m a farmer Jon)

I got crops, I got crops, long ass crops (long ass crops)

And I got hoes, I got them bops (I got them bitches)

Hunnid thou (Hunnid, hunnid)

Hunnid thousand (Hunnid, hunnid)

Don’t try us, we just start whining

$UICIDEBOY$ with the Kirb (Kirb)

What you talking, absurd (Absurd)

Tryna try us, what we gon’ do? Put yo brains on the curb

No play all day in [?], okay bitch

You can try that shit, I’ll put yo face on a t-shirt today, damn

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