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Suicideboys - All Dogs Go To Heaven Lyrics



Suicideboys - All Dogs Go To Heaven Lyrics
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Leave them all burning

Triple six degrees

Heard they started hating

Wanna murder thee

Yung Christ turned to Satan

Bless the devilish

Nowadays I get my joy from f*cking chasing death

Mama raised a savage knew I wasn't average

Pops seen me coming up

He knew I had the package

Let the ,40 kick

Drum roll with the sticks

Hands will f*ck your jaw

Know who you f*cking with?

Get the copper popping

Chopper, Dalai Lama

Feel like Silk the Shocker

I'm a f*cking problem

Streets call me doctor

Screw them then I chop them

Two cups, bottle filled with drugs

Liver on the rotten

Ruger, chopper, Draco

Cult around me Waco, yeah

Violence getting louder

Projects getting wilder, yeah

When I'm off a Xan, I'm quick to shoot the thang

Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game

F*ck 'em all

Shoot them, leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngins around me

Take the charge

F*ck 'em all

Shoot them, leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngins around me

Take the charge, ay



Yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas

Yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets

Alien invasion better run home to your mama

Ruby ain't the problem solver

I'm the cause of all your problems

Bitch, I'm in Nevada

A 51s I got 'em

Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble

I don't give a f*ck if they're pressed

I still bought 'em

Falling down like autumn

Call him duck boy

Watch him waddle

Full throttle when I empty out the bottle

When I empty out this clip that's full of f*cking hollows

You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model

Scope is never toggled

I was aiming for your nostril

Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils

I'm the queen of drama

F*cking up your life?

Yeah, all you gotta do is holler

You wanna talk drip?

Catch me in the f*cking sauna

Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars

All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel

All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble

Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles

Po' me up a 4

I'm looking like a f*cking waffle

Feeling f*cking awful
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Leave them all burning

Triple six degrees

Heard they started hating

Wanna murder thee

Yung Christ turned to Satan

Bless the devilish

Nowadays I get my joy from f*cking chasing death

Mama raised a savage knew I wasn't average

Pops seen me coming up

He knew I had the package

Let the ,40 kick

Drum roll with the sticks

Hands will f*ck your jaw

Know who you f*cking with?

Get the copper popping

Chopper, Dalai Lama

Feel like Silk the Shocker

I'm a f*cking problem

Streets call me doctor

Screw them then I chop them

Two cups, bottle filled with drugs

Liver on the rotten

Ruger, chopper, Draco

Cult around me Waco, yeah

Violence getting louder

Projects getting wilder, yeah

When I'm off a Xan, I'm quick to shoot the thang

Ain't a clock to see there ain't no time for a game

F*ck 'em all

Shoot them, leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngins around me

Take the charge

F*ck 'em all

Shoot them, leave them in the yard

Got a bunch of youngins around me

Take the charge, ay



Yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas

Yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets

Alien invasion better run home to your mama

Ruby ain't the problem solver

I'm the cause of all your problems

Bitch, I'm in Nevada

A 51s I got 'em

Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble

I don't give a f*ck if they're pressed

I still bought 'em

Falling down like autumn

Call him duck boy

Watch him waddle

Full throttle when I empty out the bottle

When I empty out this clip that's full of f*cking hollows

You'll be lying horizontal looking like a model

Scope is never toggled

I was aiming for your nostril

Now, I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsils

I'm the queen of drama

F*cking up your life?

Yeah, all you gotta do is holler

You wanna talk drip?

Catch me in the f*cking sauna

Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars

All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel

All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble

Looking at me crazy like they've all been wearing goggles

Po' me up a 4

I'm looking like a f*cking waffle

Feeling f*cking awful
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Writer: Scott Arceneaux, Aristos Petrou
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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