Matte Black Lyrics – $uicideboy$

Matte Black Lyrics by $uicideboy$ is latest English song with music also given by Budd Dwyer. Matte Black song lyrics are written by Aristos Petrou, Scott Arceneaux Jr.

Matte Black Song Detail

Matte Black Lyrics

You did good $lick
It’s a smash!
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet, Wet

I got the glock in my yoga pants
Fu*king that b!tch in a yoga stance
Swanging that k’ with an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Stain a lil’ boy in the clothes he is in
All of my walls, They closing in
51/50, 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 about
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
P!mping up in my blood, What’s up cuz?
Thugging that dirty south
Four letters, Two numbers, B!tch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, Main b!tch by my side
$licky pull up in a quarter mill’
And slaughtеr up your daughter
Yung jesus with them forgi wheels don’t walk
Hе drive on water
Anytime, Any place, Any hood, Any state
Good ’til it fu*king ain’t, Woods to the fu*king 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 (Game)
Show me how that pu$$y shaved (Shaved)
Dosage climbing with my shame (Shame)
Mama crying for my pain (Pain)
Will they ever understand?
Can i even help my dad?
Money fu*king up my fam’
Giving untill there’s nothing left
Pulling up in that latest (Damn!)
Choppa stay on me, Don’t need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, Don’t need no friends
Hoe we just fu*king, I don’t date fans
I’m with my cousin and talking plans
Went to my hood and i copped some land
Blowing through my money like democrats
Two-Step on the irs, Fu*k a tax

Why the fu*k 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
Ion’ know
There’s a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is i’ll snort that sh!t
And probably puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit why all try
And pull me through
But i’m still shining, Baby girl wyling
Catch me riding by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat
By the way i’m gripping my nine
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 them on my wall
That sh!t just ain’t my taste
It ain’t my taste, It 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’ll be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets
Private beaches to access
Fu*k 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 vanity and i think i’m blind

Four letters, Two numbers, B!tch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air
Three fingers in the air
Four letters, Two numbers, B!tch, Grey*59
Three fingers in the air, M-
Three fingers in the air, Main
All about my family that’s grey*59
All about my family that’s grey*59
Try and be all i can be and i waste my ti-Ti-Ti-Time
Try and be all i can be and i waste my time

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