$uicideBoy$ feat. Pouya - South Side Suicide

Muddy Blunts

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

If smoking weed gets you high then why not go down on a bitch when she's rolling the pine
Push me into the pussy
Not now gotta blunt to light
I might wanna fuck when the blunt is done
Pumpin the cunt and I won't jump the gun
Roll the whole O, hoe, then blow me slowly gotta go when you done
Grip as I double the cup, sip a puddle of mud, got one pint in my blood
Twelve O's got me real fucked up
Eyes roll back i spill my drugs
Homies roll me up then smoke me in the blunt
Bitch I am nothing just ash in the cup
Hard to lay back in this grave that I dug

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

I just fucked your bitch in some Nike flip flops
Whipped the dope so hard until my fuckin wrist locked
I just got a bundle of the heroin out the east
Break it down and cut it now i gotta quarter key
Smokin indo dope
No you can't hit this ho
Cocaine chopping $now
I got that drip goin down my throat
Always justify
To get my urges satisfied
So let me clarify

Now-now-
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Yuh
Well its a $outhside $uicide
Buffet boys
We worldwide
Global till the day i die
I love to see my bitches cry
It gets me off
Baby girl you gettin lost in the sauce
I don't talk to nobody i don't got a boss
You saying you gon shoot me
You don't got the balls
Or the guts to bust me in the temple
Why these rappers so sentimental
Wake up in the morning like what was i meant fo
All of these hoes be trifling
All of them hoes is nymphos
They can fuck but dont give em my info
Noo

Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout

Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux
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