Suicide Doors Lyrics

Why your bitch's pussy smell like wet McDonald's napkins (she gross)

Im napping on her, parked it in the back and had her gasping (she throat)

Im thrashing on em, i don't do nothin else with what's called passion (i don't)

Im laughing on 'em, they think i'm mad now they cant imagine (you wont)

Cover my shirt with red, now that's called fashion...in..fact...

Don't fuck with the kid i'm irrational

All i wanna do is cry in the spotlight

And get uncomfortable (alright)

I don't know what i like (alright)

And i don't if that's alright...with me...but i

Roll up with the motherfucking rims on the ride

Black tints on the side like im bout to fight crime

And my doors suicide

And my doors suicide

Pull up with the stick, got her ass on thick

But american express and depress don't mix

And my doors suicide

Think i know what i like

I like death, i like-

I like shit that's sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Because bitch i'm sad

I like death, i like-

I like shit that's sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Fucking fendi on my person when i blow my brains

I seen god in fucking person and i know his name

Suicide doors, suicide doors

Suicide doors, suicide doors

If this shit is immersive then i know your pain

How hard it is to walk with such a heavy chain

Suicide doors, suicide doors

Suicide doors, suicide doors

Ooh, bitch

I get M's, i get ends, you get fucking notta (zilch, bitch)

Crash that 1967 grey impala (splash)

When you're holding your own head, it tends to stain your prada

Least we making dollars, and i make a lotta

I don't make decisions i just make the vision

Ima take that pistol home and fucking paint my kitchen

I wont spit nothing with substance till i'm fucking buried (fuck y'all)

Ima slip into that ring like i got fucking married

Seeing all the motherfucking blood from my head

On the walls of the house, on the front of the bed

And my doors suicide (they are)

And my doors suicide (my car)

Pouring out a motherfucking 40 for the dead

And if the lord is in my head, i'm just reporting what he said

Said my doors suicide

Think i know what i like

I like death, i like-

I like shit that's sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Because bitch i'm sad

I like death, i like-

I like shit that's sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Because bitch i'm sad

Fucking fendi on my person when i blow my brains

I seen god in fucking person and i know his name

Suicide doors, suicide doors

Suicide doors, suicide doors

If this shit is immersive then i know your pain

How hard it is to walk with such a heavy chain

Suicide doors, suicide doors

Suicide doors, suicide doors