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jay furr & fenix flexin - suicide lyrics

[verse 1: jay furr]
drop a big bag on your head and get you hit
hitting your b_tch [?] i’m looking fit
a n_gga with me toating, b_tch, you know that we legit
we got guns, we got [?], b_tches know that we got sticks
i just had to roll the dice, ain’t no 4, 5, 6
took a gamble with this sh_t, and now look, all my brothers rich
all i care about is money, n_ggas mad over a b_tch
and me and [?] got that work on us, come and get your fix
[?] easy lay up, broke the glass with the assist
and i walk around like thanos, all these rings all on my fist
we some young rich n_ggas, sipping wok, not [?]
n_gga try to do us wrong, and then we scratch him off the list
i just keep on getting money, and i know it got them sick
80,000 just in jewelry, i be walking like a l!ck
i just pulled up in the coupe, and i ain’t evеn get it tint
’cause if you try me, i’ma blow it, guarantee you gеtting hit

[verse 2: fenix flexin]
if you try me, i’ma blow it, [?]
n_gga tried to do me wrong, i get your right
pouring drank, diamonds dancing in the light
i f_cked his b_tch, n_gga trippin, it’s aight
you can have her back
i don’t want the b_tch, the p_ssy weak and the head was wack
ain’t no toating [?] pole, brought a strap
[?] s whip, [?] stick
i don’t get it off the dope, n_gga, i get it off the b_tch
eh, b_tch, 30 on my wrist
what you wanna do? we get to trippin in this b_tch
we just got the drop up on a spot, we gon’ send him to [?]
i ain’t sippin drank unless it’s wok, i don’t want [?]
park a n_gga [?] fully auto, get a n_gga flipped
i ain’t going back and forth, my n_gga, i’m gon send a hit
i’m gon’ f_ck his b_tch off a perk, make her fall in love
i’ll probably bust up in a couple minutes, if i ain’t got no drugs
all that talking sl!ck, f_ck his b_tch, pull up with the stick
n_gga on my d_ck, like a b_tch, need to call it quits
n_gga tried to rob me, what you thinking? that’s some suicide
we gon’ do a drill up on the opps, do or die
dissing on the ‘gram, you stupid, get your nudles fried
brodie went and bought that pump for nothing, bet i’m using mine
sh_t get h_lla crazy, better tighten up
[?] why you hype him up?

- jay furr fenix flexin lyrics

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