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$UICIDEBOY$ x BLACK SMURF - MALEBRANCHE
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Smurf
Black Smurf
Vocals
Ruby Da Cherry
Ruby Da Cherry
Rap
Scrim
Scrim
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Scott Arceneaux Jr.
Songwriter
Aristos Petrou
Aristos Petrou
Songwriter
Black Smurf
Black Smurf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Budd Dwyer
Budd Dwyer
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Scarecrow, scarecrow, scarecrow
[Verse 2]
I be riding with a couple sluts
Who like cocaine laced in they blunts
Like cocaine blown in they butt
Stack them up and then I fuck
Hit up Navi, where the Addy?
Popping them Xans got me swerving the Caddy
Wrecking the valley, creep in the alley
Just got a phone call, said I'm flying to Cali
Hit the show and bust it down
New kings of the underground
Pills I keep on chewing down
Got me feeling like I'm motherfucking Jesus now
Hold up shorty, fuck your party
Only sipping lean, tell her keep all that Bacardi
Risen out the pits of hell
In the cornfield where the scarecrow dwells
[Verse 3]
Alls I gotta say is so many muhfucking dollars, god damn
[Verse 4]
5-0-4, pour with them, yes, but you know they blunted three-sixties
Memphis, we smoke bud cigars and know we bumping Three 6
Drive me chariot, I smoke in an A4 Audi, tag team shit
I'm violent with a sober mind, so better hope some weed lit
Off tossing my profile, your mortgage, I get it
One phrase I'm hustling for ducking, my car ain't jumping for nothing
I start constructing
**** like me ain't never had
So a **** like me snatch and grab
Till I get the last laugh
Wake up and get to this cash
Yes, the hustler got rich from madness
Got my trust level low, what it is, dumb ****
Put my fam first, how it is, go and figure
Bet I get the last laugh at the end though, ****
Out here till the end like a field goal kicker
It's hustle
[Verse 5]
Murder on my mind, yeah, bitch, I'm back just like a spine
Time and time again I stop the clock and turn to slime
Resurrected from the ooze, you gonna lose when messing with mine
Dressing in all black, grey thing strapped to the back of your head
I'm a blow your mind
I know you might see that road closed sign
Passed that where the ghosts grows fine
Bitch, I blow some pine
Yeah, your life you'll be handing me
Come try and damage me
Hope you know the devil runs in my family
Settle the score, it's better when you see rigor mortis
I act like a taurus but move like a tortoise
It's probably from all the lean Slick imported
He poured us a cup when we got on the tour bus
Written by: Aristos Petrou, Jon Crawford, Scott Arceneaux, Scott Arceneaux Jr.
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