Teledysk

$UICIDEBOY$ - US VS. THEM (Lyric Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
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Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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Ladies and gentlemen (you did good, $lick) Get up (it's a smash) Motherfucker (get up), uh, ah-ah It's that bent motherfucker in that coupe, slidin' like the serpent (get up) More guns than Viktor, 'bout dyin', boy, I be that merchant (yeah) Cast from the firmament, brain damage permanent (get up) Got 99 problems and not one of them concern a bitch (why?) I'm in that Benz, hollerin', "Ooh, na-na-na" Yung Slicky with that .9, tell me who wanna die? Been troubled since I was a youth, chewin' Fent' up in the booth (get up) Ride for my brothers, yeah, for them, I'll do a sin or two (what) G-R-E-Y (north), East bloc, 59 (side) Fucked up since knee-high, cutthroat, and I see why (why?) They use me then they use me, and they use me 'til I'm used up (get up) And they wonder why I stay high or at best I'm buped up My shoot up until I puke up (ladies and gentlemen, what?) My cross that I bare (get up) Drop my kids off in that ho 'cause I pay well for that daycare (what? Wetto) Knock-knock, who's there? $carecrow with that dead stare (get up) Car 200 thousand and my bitch still on welfare (ah) Motherfucker (get up), uh, ah-ah Motherfucker (get up) Uh, ah, ah-ah (ladies and gentlemen) Have the block hollerin', "Wah, wah, wah" (get up) Throw them threes up for the G 59 Talkin' to me, I hear, "Blah, blah, blah" When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la" Ladies and gentlemen (get up, get up) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Snorted a bunch of Perc' 30s, now I'm ignorin' every call (get up) Got bored, decided to cop a sports car and I crashed it right into a wall Hopped out, and that's when I realized that I was in the food court at the mall (get up) Concussions and destruction, bitch, I'll show you how I ball Shellfish on my wrist forever, ain't just the date (get up) All these pups think they tough, tryna take off of my plate Yeah, they howlin' and they growlin' (ooh), but my name stained with drool Plenty of bones buried in the yard along with Fugazi jewels (ah) Ruby been had all the girls, I got scraps that I could scrape up (yup, get up) Been all over the world, I got maps that I could make up (yup, yup) Been a dope fiend for so long that people clap when I wake up (get up) Been ahead of the game, runnin' laps 'fore I lace up (yeah) Shadow-banned, shawty, yeah, I'm always hard to find (yeah) DUCKBOY ain't no fuckboy, yeah, I always take my time (yeah) 59 signed, yeah, I said, "Fuck a nine to five" (yeah) Tryna shine so hard that I leave 'em all blind (ladies and gentlemen) Uh, oh fuck boy (get up) Uh, uh, motherfucker (get up) Uh (please help) Have the block hollerin', "Wah, wah, wah" (get up) Throw them threes up for the G 59 Talkin' to me, I hear, "Blah, blah, blah" When I pull up, have them hoes sayin', "Ooh, la-la" Ladies and gentlemen (get up, get up)
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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