2009 Reggie Bush Lyrics – $uicideboy$

Read the full 2009 Reggie Bush lyrics by $uicideboy$ along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Uicideboy’s music, you can also explore Whatever Floats Your Boat Will Definitely Sink My Ship and Angel Grove, two other songs by Uicideboy.

[Intro: $crim]
Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer, hahaha
It’s a smash
Northside, northside, northside (Northside)
Northside, northside, northside (Northside)
Indiana Slicky
Northside, northside, northside (Northside)
Fort Wayne, aye, aye
Northside, northside, northside (Northside)

[Verse 1: $crim]
Yessir, it’s that white playa, world shaper, get so lit, he flip the breaker (Get up off my d!ck)
Dope up on my razor, 100 acres, what the fu*k’s a neighbor? (Get up off my d!ck)
I done hit the majors and at best they just a D1 hater (Get up off my d!ck)
All my crackers shoot like lakers, feel like Ninja with the taper yeah (Get up off my d!ck)
Yeah, blunt fat as Brendan Fraser, smoking like a fu*king nuisance (Get up off my d!ck)
Done fu*ked a b!tch to get some Xanax up in Massachusetts (Get up off my d!ck)
I don’t give two fu*ks, sipping two cups, bumping Via Crucis (Get up off my d!ck)
Shades on like D.B. Cooper, meds got me in a stupor (Get up off my d!ck)
Down to shoot it, guess that I was born to die a hooper (Get up off my d!ck)
Might die a junkie but fu*k ’em, I ain’t gon’ die a loser (Get up off my d!ck)
Indiana $licky, off a big 10 like a hoosier (Get up off my d!ck)
Crash Rarri’s, Ferris Bueller, I’m way too hot to cool off (Get up off my d!ck)
Beat his ass on a Thursday like he Mason Rudolph (Get up off my d!ck)
Get bored with rap, might run for mayor just to make some new laws (Get up off my d!ck)
Got my morals from some dope fiends, grew up in pool halls (Get up off my d!ck)
Sip drank and put that Screw on (Get up off my d!ck)
Grandma was cutting coupons, got babies raising newborns (Get up off my d!ck)
Daddy said, “Fu*k that, make it right, don’t give a fu*k ’bout two wrongs” (Get up off my d!ck)
The fu*k is off? I’m too on, I’m popping pills in Tucson (Get up off my d!ck)
Pu*sy wanna throw them hands? I’m beating him down till he need new bones (Get up off my d!ck)

[Chorus: $crim]
Get the fu*k off my d!ck, hoe
Get the fu*k off my d!ck (Get off my d!ck)
Get the fu*k off my d!ck, hoe
Get the fu*k off my d!ck (Get off my d!ck)

Get the fu*k off my d!ck, hoe
Get the fu*k off my d!ck (Get off my d!ck)
Get the fu*k off my d!ck, hoe
Get the fu*k off my d!ck (Get off my d!ck)

[Bridge: Ruby da Cherry]
Southside, southside, southside (7th ward)
Southside, southside, southside (7th ward)
Southside, southside, southside (7th ward)
Southside, southside, southside (7th ward)

[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Grip the .45, I’ma slide by at night time
Blinded by the light, out of sight at the right time
Strange apparitions in the sky may be a sign that I’ma die
So I hold my 3’s high, repping 59
Coughing up a demon, now it’s staring at me scheming, glare gleaming
So I flick my cigarette up in its right eye
Super Black Eagle 3, Max 7 Realtree
Smoked him with one shot, therefore altering the timeline
Hopping in my bayberry Calais, riding by all these Jezebels
Ho, nice try, I already met a girl, rang them wedding bells
Never had intent to sell, I would always do it
I hope my enemies getting well, I know they ’bout to lose it
Yeah, this s*it can be confusing, but I find it kinda soothing
I’m waiting on my death, tired of all this endless looping
Catch me on stage any day
I don’t care if they cheering or they booing, I cross the dollar sign and rue it
Ask me where the fu*k I been, they say, “Duckboy, where you at?”
Isolating, left the chat, roll it back to back to back

[Chorus: Ruby da Cherry]
Miss me with that s*it hoe
Miss with that s*it (Miss me with that s*it)
Miss me with that s*it hoe
Miss with that s*it (Miss me with that s*it)
Miss me with that s*it hoe
Miss with that s*it (Miss me with that s*it)
Miss me with that s*it hoe
Miss with that s*it