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Official Lyric Video for “MATTE BLACK” by $uicideboy$ Follow $uicideboy$ Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: [VERSE I: Yung Christ] i got the glock in my yoga pants fucking that bitch in a yoga stance swanging that K in an open stance loaded from smoking that opium stain a lil boy in the clothes he's in all of my walls they closing in 5150 they tryna come get me just minding my business and moseying matte black smoking packs panic attacks back to back xanax on my lap debating should i relapse? but back to the hoe i was talking bout i just wanna put it up in her mouth pimping up in my blood wassup cuz? thuggin that dirty south four letter two numbers bitch GREY*59 three fingers in the air main bitch by my side slicky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter young jesus with them forgi wheels don't walk he drive on water anytime, anyplace any hood, any state good til i fucking ain't woods to the fucking face riding with my baby Sage lines on expensive plates tears on my diamond chains stoic never looking phased poet when i'm spitting game show me how that pussy shaved dosage climbing with my shame mama crying for my pain will they ever understand? can i even help my dad? money fucking up my fam giving until there's nothing left pulling up in that latest “damn!“ chopper stay on me don't need no hands prefer to be lonely don't need no friends hoe we just fucking i don't date fans i'm with my cousin and talking plans went to my hood and copped some land blowing through my money like democrats 2 step on the IRS fuck a tax [VERSE II: Romeo da Black Rose] why the fuck you look to me for help? there ain't an ace in the cards i was dealt i'm 31 still don't know how to take care of myself honestly i'm scared that i might melt leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt maybe in the next life i'll come back as a nice belt i don't know there's a fine line between me and you the biggest difference is i'll snort that shit and prolly puke dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and put me through but i'm shining babygirl wylin catch me riding by with that look in my eyes palm starts to sweat by the way i'm gripping my 9 yeah i'm always on my toes but i'm still the same height standing tall over my grave make sure it's filled with all the people we supposedly saved make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made i can't put 'em on my wall that shit just ain't my taste lil shawty wanna marry me i said “you're better off in debt“ if it didn't work out, baby, i'd be real hard to forget germans whips and private jets private beaches to access fuck on me, baby i'm still a mess and no that ain't a threat i ride for my family that's GREY*59 try and be all i can be and not waste my time on the brink of insanity i can't make up my mind yeah i battle my vanite and think i'm blind
