Carrollton Karaoke - Suicideboys

This title is a cover of Carrollton as made famous by Suicideboys

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About

Same as the original tempo: 75 BPM

In the same key as the original: E♭m

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 03:27 - Preview at: 01:11

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2018
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Scrim, Aristos Petrou

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Lyrics Carrollton

Play me some of that suicide pimpin' mane
You motherfuckers pitiful
I'm too sick of you
I'm a walkin' visual
You boys refillable
Unforgivable
Once you cross me ho
Now you a motherfuckin' stain to Lil Cut Throat
Let the gun bang, nuts hang
Drug game ain't the same $avage tatted on my face
Grey ape
Blazin' while we hotbox
Fuck a badge, fuck a cop
Even if the K hot watch me bust on any block
Northside knotty
Scope on the shotty
Semi blow your body
Tony grippin' on the Tommy bitch
I bite the head off a bat like I'm Ozzy
You got a problem
Motherfucker come and try me
I'm nothin' like what you punk boys wanna embody
Norf, Norf, East Side
Five-Nine, Tony grippin' Tommy
Fuck around, end up get your body, autopsy
I be that walkin' zombie
Bath salts, eatin' bodies
Three choppa's and a shotty
Shootin' everybody
Cigarette wet
Bumpin' Boosie Badazz
On them drugs, jiggin'
Jaws locked-clinchin'
Trigger finger itchin'
If you think I'm kiddin'
Smoke leakin' from the sticky that we smokin' boy
Fuck a Backwood
Swisher's what I use boy
Smoke what I choose
Do what I wanna do
Motherfuck you and your punk friends too
Ruby
Ruby
Blunt lit, lungs itch
Bitch I like the sting
Smokin' potent, thinkin' I'm the chosen one, bitch I'm a king
I can hear my dead homies sing
Now my eyes always hurtin'
Wipin' tears with diamond rings
Yeah ayy
Hold up fuckboy
Who the fuck said we cool
Man I quit smokin' with hypebeasts back in two-thousand-and-two
What it do
Motherfucker I'm a fool
Ruby Da Cherry is ghoulin' with goblins
If you got a problem then you better move
From the womb to the tomb
Bustin' out early
Bustin' out soon
Blackout the city
I'm back on them thirties
In 'bout twenty minutes
We'll be on the moon
Drugs got me fucked up
Sluts got me drugged up, fuck
Slam my face against a pill to crush it up
Government ID helps me get high
Seein' stars in the mirror like I'm lookin' with a bright beam
Lime green paint but the rims lookin' Spike Lee
Mighty sloppy, might be cocky
Am I in the right scene
Highly unlikely and I'm willin' to fuckin' bet
Leave a pussy wet then I leave a pussy wet
I'm a fuckin' vet'
I'm a motherfuckin' threat
G-Five-Nine the set
G-Five-Nine will make you sweat
I don't give a fuck is my fuckin' epithet
Lace up my Nike Decades
Meet me at Heaven's Gate
Seventh Ward by the lake 'till my death
You'll come off of your drunken stupor from Bourbon Street
Saturday night
Get up in time to go to Mass on Sunday morning
And you tell God you're sorry for your drunkenness
Only to go back out tonight and get wasted again

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