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Suicide Doors
Diggy SW
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Bleed The Wicked Menace
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Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Drowning in pain, too many thoughts on my brain
Got me going insane, let me rest in the plane
Let me ride with the dead, run with the wicked
Don't need to be gifted
It's fucked in the head with prescriptions
Searching all black, my description
Prejudice, they don't mention
Never had shit, bitch, I came from the trenches
Rocked for expenses, I fell and I faced my offenses
So fuck where you come from, give a fuck who offended
Heaven or hell, bitch, I made my decision
It's fucked your religion, it's fucked your opinion
I'm wet in my vision
Thought I would be dead or in prison
I spit that dope that they cook in the kitchen
And fuck who don't listen, life filled with addiction
Nobody sniffing this fuck, make a pussy go missing
My soul won't get gassed
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Do it for the ones that be down for the clique
With some rounds on their heads and they let that off
Do it for the ones going rounds in this shit
Slappin' clowns in his bitch and they check that dog
Do it for the ones that be out in the whip on the town
Like a pain, put a pound on that clique
And this house and this bitch sellin' to me
Motherfucker did they what they did
They 'bout to come and test this dog
Finna set your block, bring him out with the shit
Run up on the homie, he got knocked in the lip
Caught in the wind, cop 'cause he did all this shit
Beat the motherfucker, left the Glock in his bitch
Had to do him like that 'cause he had flow to add
To rap like he was Afroman
Real call, regulate like Warren G, Nate
We the mob and this bitch, respect your hands though
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign, on the foreign
Suicide doors on the, on the foreign import
Suicide doors on the front of foreign import
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