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Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Vocals
Scrim
Scrim
Vocals
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Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
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Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

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A self-confessed serial killer talks exclusively to Channel 9 John Hughes admits killing a truck driver along I-29 in October of 2008 But he told me he has murdered many more people And tonight we take you inside the mind of a serial killer I don't think like normal people, never have Have racing thoughts It's been that way, since I was a kid I'm constantly, doesn't matter if I'm asleep, or I'm awake I'm constantly thinking of a hundred things at one time You did good, $lick It's a smash Yeah, got me fucked up (okay, okay, okay) Yeah, got me fucked up (yeah-yeah) Ayy, got me fucked up (got me fucked up) Yeah, ayy, yeah Money what I'm 'bout Too much cash to count (brr) Keep that bitch outside, ain't no hoes up in my house (uh-uh) Smokin' out the ounce, uh I'm watchin' recession (yeah) My bitch want affection, but I'm busy cleaning weapons Pick up white trash, Rolls presidential I can't trust no mans, so me driving is essential (skrrt) Sippin' on some potion (yeah) I got no emotions (nah) Sold my opp a pack Now his dog is what he's smoking Since I was a youngin' I been moving like a MAC (okay) Fucking up a sac Daddy smoking crack (let's get it) By 16, I was pimpin', fuckin' bitches back to back Ben was with me in the trap (let's get it) Told me, "Rap and don't look back" (let's get it, let's get it) Wish my dog was here so I can give him every plaque (every plaque) Hope he looking down with me counting every rack (every rack) This shit deeper than rap Mane this shit deeper than labels (let's get it) Kids eatin' dinner with no father at the table (let's get it) Gotta keep it stable (let's get it) Gotta keep it pushin' (let's get it) Them hoes, they got me fucked up Think I'm worried bout pussy Right here where I should be (North) Eastern B-L-O-C (Grey) Grey *59 stayed F-U-C-K-E-D to the U-P Yeah, got me fucked up (got me fucked up) Yeah, got me fucked up (ayy) Yeah, got me fucked up Got me fucked up (fucked up) Bitch, you got me fucked up Six feet underground, yeah, but I can go deeper Always got my heater, raise the temp like I'm fighting off a fever Sleep with one eye open, always winking at the reaper Used to get so high, they found me aimlessly floatin' up in the ether Ruby, bring the phonk Movin' shadows when the night fall (yeah) Fuck, this shit is bunk, feel like I'm snortin' Chinese drywall Play it smooth like a baby, make his bitch think that I might crawl AMG Mercedes got the bark like it'll bite y'all Shinin' so hard, I'm turnin' tunnels into bright halls (shit) Blacklisted, spray my name in red up on the white wall Eyeballs all on me, man, I hate this fuckin' fame shit Caught in broad daylight, fuck, it's too late, I can't shape-shift Always lookin' down, they think that Ruby need a facelift Every day, I send out doppelgangers in the same fit (huh?) Get the fuck away from me, leave me the fuck alone All of the credit I get is a lie, the whole time it was one of my clones (it was) They say they got beef, but they chewin' up Beyond Meat (beef, fuck off) How these suckers think they on my level is beyond me Boy, go get your bread up, shred some lettuce on that Bánh mì (yeah, yeah) Tryna tempt me with her honey, obvy, bitch, you got the wrong bee (okay, okay) Yeah, got me fucked up (got me fucked up) Yeah, got me fucked up (ayy) Yeah, got me fucked up Got me fucked up Bitch, you got me fucked up
Writer(s): Scott Arceneaux Jr., Aristos Petrou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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