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mad - death classic lyrics

[dj intro: death classic]
i been doing too much work i think i need a break (need a break)
hop up in the coup, and i’m eating all this cake (yeah, yeah, on this cake)
i been up all night, i ain’t awake (hey maybe you can get famous right?)
i’m a famous rapper, i be chilling up with drake (i be chill*)

[intro: death classic]
yah, aye
aye aye aye
yeah, off the* off the* off the perc, yeah

[verse 1: death classic]
off the perc 30, yeah the beat just farted (uhhhhh)
i thought this flow was trash, so i just restarted (started, started)
i just hopped on a jet, it departed (yeah, yeah)
hopping off thе plane, and then i farted, fartеd (yeah, then i farted)
yeah got a glock 40 on my leg i farted (got a glock)
shot a dude in his head, i’m coldhearted (i’m coldhearted)
yeah i got motherf*cking bands on my left and right (yah, yah, yah, yah)
if i lost my bands ima hang myself tonight (brraow, brraow, brraow, brraow)
hop up in creative mode i gotta do a build (gotta do a build)
hop up in battle royale you know i got them k!lls (i got them k!lls)
aye hop up in battle royale you know i got the k!lls (you know i got the k!lls)
i’m boutta put an open verse, i got the sk!lls (i got the sk!lls yeah)
i been doing too much work i think i need a break (need a break)
hop up in the coup, and i’m eating all this cake (yeah, yeah, on this cake)
i been up all night, i ain’t awake (yah yah yah ain’t awake)
i’m a famous rapper, i be chilling up with drake (i be chilling with drake)
[verse 2: ohgee]
[?] fall in love with the mud
pour lean in a cup
all this [?] sticky, sticky stuff
they can get you stuck, they can get you stuck
it got me f*cked up, think i’m ’bout to pass out (plug)
think i’m ’boutta black out, holy sh*t i tapped out
hit a blunt to the throat, woah i’m ’boutta pass out
boutta count these racks now, ’boutta count these racks now
aye i’m a rich fiend and i got h*lla weed
got h*lla cups of lean, and i just be f*cking up my lungs and my spleen (*boss, you’re the boss)
but i still got penthouse dreams
i just be swerving and be cutting on these lanes in an amg
i can’t even see i’m way too high, off this lsd
aye where the girls, where the homies, where the fellas be?
i’m too high, please don’t get mad at me
ah, ah, don’t get mad at me
no, no, don’t get mad at me now
no, no, don’t get mad at me

[outro: death classic]
yeah yeah, yeah they mad at me (aye, aye, don’t get mad at me)
yeah, yeah they mad at me
yeah, yeah they mad at me yeah
yeah, yeah they mad at me let’s go
yeah
shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up
[dj outro: death classic]
yeah, off the* off the* off the perc, yeah
off the perc 30, yeah the beat just farted (uhhhhh)
i thought this flow was trash, so i just restarted (started, started)
i just hopped on a jet, it departed (yeah, yeah)
hopping off the plane, and then i farted, farted (yeah, then i farted)
yeah got a glock 40 on my leg*

- death classic lyrics

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