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dicked down - dead to the world lyrics

(kaygee)
ooh, that bih’ said i’m awesome
we don’t talk n*gga, we don’t do no talkin’
shoot in his direction he play dead just like a opossum
stomping on his head, now i got some red bottoms
i don’t give a f*ck if you if you ain’t know by now
i been getting hoes by the boatload now
and if you want to go then we can go right now
greenlight swervin’ in a ghost right now
why she always acting like a hoe bro
i don’t really know but she can go though
okay, kaygee keep a glock han solo
i can’t f*ck with you cause you a no show, flagger

(ethan)
call me riff raff cause my vocab vast
she bouncing on the bed while i’m bouncing on that ass
and do you got a type babygirl i gotta ask
cause when i talk it up you gon catch it no mask
b*lls hang low cause i walk with my d*ck out
and when you come at me come correct or you a b*tch now
i’m the fart i’m the sh*t now

(nls tofеr)
f*cking on a b*tch standing up she get d*cked down
thirty round clip, uh uh you gеt d*cked down
you don’t want no smoke with us yeah you don’t want no problems
running in this b*tch with a mask green goblin
where yo’ ass was at when i was running through the projects
(anthony teabout)
stupid little b*tch get the check and then going reckless
had to set the check now i’m checking it off my checklist
they just wanna hate cause i made it out of my mess
i talk to god and feel that n*gga releasing all of my stress
you can’t affiliate, stupid who you think you gon’ humiliate
keep an ace like i was playing straight or playing keep away
hit his ass like randy i just mossed and hit the interstate
i know how to turn a forty play into an eighty wait
me and kaygee f*cking on your b*tch like what she ate today
i’m just tryna wake up in a different state like everyday
i’m just tryna put my n*ggas on like in a major way
and i ain’t even listen to that sh*t you get no play today

(lil cross)
i ain’t think it was hard but she ain’t even get me up yet
false claim b*tch and don’t blame me when you get upset
sleep on the floor wh0re imma make you a dog bed
she got a jaw for the wall, she got a hogs head
affiliate with the opps i left ’em all dead
philly cheesesteak with the jaw, she get a mouthful
b*tch i’m the sh*t it’s no wonder why i’m an assh0l*
bash that b*tch in her back, she looking bashful
cash stay strapped to my back i got a bag full
came up out of the drip like i’m a tadpole
look it’s a d*ck on my d*ck i got a strap hoe
f*ck a b*tch and then make her dip, i never gas hoes
b*tch im a monster where a motherficking cucci at
popcorn mugs like pebbles he got that fruity pack
i ain’t the one to run off on you cannot do me that
that is not a woman that’s a b*tch yeah that’s a stupid nat
(gumbydtw)
my b*tch like to deepthroat the d*ck she got a long neck
imma put my nuts in her throat now she got a ball neck
hairy ass the but thank god she got a bald neck
runnin’ up a check imma make em just have to fall back
i done emptied all of their pockets i got the wrong check
checking in the city but my back i just do not check
money got big digits you know i just got a long check
got a couple crazy ass stories feel like king von yea
smoke em up like tooka i’m rippin them like a bong yea
f*ckin on a b*tch and her mom and it’s their song now
imma go and let my nuts hang i let it all out
duckin from the d*ck you a b*tch i let the glock sound
hungry like a hippo like sh*t she chomp my c*ck down
only l i took was a l!ck dont take no loss now
ballin b*tch im coppin from chris i feel like cross now

(mat)
ooo b*tch i’m on go
greenlight blunt so i burry them like its everclear
yea you got your double cup full but that sh*t fake lean
grindin for the money big cash this sh*t real cream
one day i’ll be whippin the foreign it’s gon be real clean
spotted in the back of the party i’m lookin real mean
sweatin in the booth and i feel like i’m off a d*mn bean
cause these flames i’m spittin i’m feelin like maybe scorpion
sub zero your here he get folded like accordian
get to talkin sh*t and then we kickin down your door again
boy i get real c*cky you would think that i was arrogant
let my d*ck hang so you know we bout to score again
b*lls out i tell you i ball out
in the back of the club you better not get loud
imma air this b*tch out oh oh
imma air this b*tch out oh oh
(kaygee)
ooh, that bih’ said i’m awesome
we don’t talk n*gga, we don’t do no talkin’
shoot in his direction he play dead just like a opossum
stomping on his head, now i got some red bottoms
i don’t give a f*ck if you if you ain’t know by now
i been getting hoes by the boatload now
and if you want to go then we can go right now
greenlight swervin’ in a ghost right now

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