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dead mice - ak bandamont lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(it’s a wayne beat)
woo, yeah
ak bandamont, n*gga (ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)
yeah
all i see is dead mice, dead mice
n*gga, free chris, free tom, free granddad, n*gga

[chorus]
yeah, all i see is dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, i’m clutchin’ on that pole, i’m runnin’ red lights
this b*tch keep callin’ my phone, you givin’ head, right?
nah, the feds will not leave us alone, them n*ggas dead rights
see dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, i’m clutchin’ on that pole, i’m runnin’ red lights
i took off quick in the h*llcat, now we ahead, right?
skrrt

[verse]
i just bought a pint and drunk thе b*tch at once, i couldn’t sip it
i fell in love with poppin’ pеrcs, i got addicted
run in my granny kitchen and stole her pills when i was infant
they tried to tell me chill, but i couldn’t, i was trippin’
since lil’ doggy moved ot, we kidnapped his son for ransom
they told brodie ten years, he started laughin’, he ain’t panic
b*tch, i pour the lean slow and watch it sit ’cause it’s the essence
b*tch, i’m on the run, so the next b*tch i f*ck gettin’ pregnant
ayy, gba, n*gga, 721, rich bums, woo, yeah
i gotta watch these hoes, don’t never know who tryna set me up
this b*tch talk a lot, don’t wanna hear you chat, just neck me up
my n*gga beat two homicides, my lil’ n*gga melly’d up
so even in the summertime, all my n*ggas pelle’d up
i just stepped on a brick barefoot, i ain’t lettin’ up
just slapped my d*ck on a b*tch face, she wanna catch a nut
they hate me, i done put in too much work and they ain’t catchin’ me
white b*tch said she need the meth, i sold her ecstasy
this a chrysler, but the b*tch a h*llcat, it sound heavenly
hit some perkies with fetty wap, pressed pills, so i ain’t test these
they wonder how that n*gga lost his life, they better check the b’s
cool thirty this week off the fraud, so i can bless the fiends
just pulled the dice out, hit three sevens, know i’m settin’ each
i robbed a whole dice game, bro, this sh*t’s easy
they sent brodie to the feds his fourth brick, but he was gettin’ greedy
they know my face card in that bank ’cause i did ’em greasy
pops got cookin’, i became a trapstar, b*tch, i was gettin’ busy
two white hoes sniffin’ cocaine, they just gettin’ litty
yeah, i got a bank on me
you catch a case and start singin’ like frank ocean
like i’m celebratin’ a party, i got cake on me
couldn’t even trust my main mans, he turned snake on me
[chorus]
yeah, all i see is dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, i’m clutchin’ on that pole, i’m runnin’ red lights
this b*tch keep callin’ my phone, you givin’ head, right?
nah, the feds will not leave us alone, them n*ggas dead rights
see dead mice, dead mice, yeah
b*tch, i’m clutchin’ on that pole, i’m runnin’ red lights
i took off quick in the h*llcat, now we ahead, right?
skrrt

- ak bandamont lyrics

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