Suicideboys - Fuck Your Culture Lyrics

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Coming in this bitch, I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man
Triple the six up, I f*ck my bitch up, flipping crucifixes, man
Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em
2-11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out a coma
Tell me how you want it, demons clinching on my heart, boy
Creepin' in the 7th, down that motherf*cker Saint Bernard
Overdosed on heroin, too much Xanny, God can't stand me
F*ck the standard, f*ck your culture, motherf*ck a f*ckin' a Grammy

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There's a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves
I'm diggin' 'til I've dug 'em, one for me and one for you baby
Totaled the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a chew baby
Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck
Hol' up, what the f*ck you know of?
Rollin' the wool over the wolf and facing facts sober
These last few months, bitch, I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I'm a king cobra

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