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Paris

"Paris" Lyrics by $uicideboy$

[Slick Sloth:]

Tell me what you know

‘Bout a motherfucker out the bottom

With a gold grill gleamin’, makin all these hoes problems

Stalker, creepin’, out the fuckin’ dungeon

Switchblade on ’em hit the guts like a pumpkin, dumpin

30 rounds of the clip off rip

Too thick with the stick bet I won’t miss

Lil’ Slick real sick, don’t talk shit

Whip, whip, like a brick scale on fish

$uicide, night time, no we don’t fight crime, oh

It’s the grey 5-9 with the real red eyes and we dying inside, oh

Bodies in fluoride let the rope untie just crucify me

Yung Christ wrists sliced couple hoes on ice singing R.I.P

[Ruby da Cherry:]

Ruby was a motherfucking reject

Then I cut my wrists and now I motherfucking bleed checks

Still broke after all the motherfucking weed gets rolled

Hoes askin’ if I see a ghost, tell ’em no

I just seep smoke when the weeds blown

She chokes from the deep-throat, 3 feet of rope, lethal

Slay the fuckin’ sheep, so evil

I’mma hang myself and then I get to see home

Ruby a fucking demon

Ruby got a cult now, hoes tryna bolt down

Ruby the result of a reject from a small town

Turned into a demon, I’m evolved now

Loud growl, snow Leopard on the prowl

Stay the fuck back hoe

Slay the whole pack hoe

Paint the globe black hoe

Soon I will shed this skin, turn to the devil

Then I’ll never reminisce

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