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dead family - dasgasdom3 lyrics

[intro]
palaze, what you cookin’?

[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh*t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n*ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n*ggas had to cut ’em b*tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh*t to prove
but they don’t really know what this f*ckin’ sh*t cost
ice up in my veins, bad b*tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time on my hot boy git
352, i rule all my n*ggas with this sh*ts

[verse 1]
bad lil’ b*tch shakin’ ass, i got my n*ggas whippin’ pot though
n*ggas ain’t yo’ family, they rather see yo’ ass die slow
fiendin’ for this sh*t, i want the money and the fame
i can’t lose when i be stayin’ all the f*ck up in my lane
they rather me dead in that grave, smokin’ fumes to take the pain
pop my quarter to the paint, situations can’t explain
sippin’ henny, got me brazy, i got features, n*ggas’ pain
i been f*ckin’ all these hoes and these b*tches don’t know my name (uh)
these b*tches don’t know my name
[verse 2]
mix match design, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout the colour
n*ggas want me dead, they don’t want me as they brother
them n*ggas turn fat, they snap me out, i cannot love them
feelin’ so alone, i got this sh*t by myself
exhausted, how they did me wrong, i got no help
now i’m stronger than they see me, i be ballin’ up on tv
can’t compare myself to n0body ’cause n0body could be me
yeah, i be on that day
b*tch want me to be her daddy, i cannot invest
money on my mind and sh*t is written on my chest
young n*gga with a mind, in this game i’m playin’ a chess
jumpin’ through this sh*t, i got a hole in my pocket
been what i’m rappin’, i’m steppin’, i’ll make a million, no polish
i put my gas up on the pedal, they told me i needed college
now i’m drippin’ out head and toe, i ain’t never needed no stylist

[interlude]
i ain’t never need no stylist
i’m drippin bih’, [?]
i’m drippin’, can we be honest
b*tches hatin,’ they ain’t honest
n*ggas talkin’, they ain’t on it
b*tches talkin’, they ain’t on it
what the f*ck you know about me?
i be that n*gga, dead family
[chorus]
don’t play with fire, that sh*t daily
when the gun between your eyes made me realize
these n*ggas want my head but i’m alive
but y’all n*ggas had to cut ’em b*tches off
’cause i gotta lot of sh*t to prove
but they don’t really know the cost
ice in my veins, bad b*tches in my comments here
she don’t want the fame, i know my mama know i’m legendary
i don’t need no time ’cause i’m a hot boy git
352, i run this sh*t

[outro]
b*tch i run this sh*t
and you knew that, b*tch
yeah you knew it
i be that n*gga, dead family
i be that n*gga, dead family
[?]
yo’ ass is a memory

- dasgasdom3 lyrics

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