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dead to me - kei lyrics

okaaay
uh
look

all you n*ggas dead to me
six deep under lil n*gga
head to feet
wonder why ya homeboy keep texting me
say he wanna lay up and get next to me

how ’bout you invest in kei
give it time
i’m tryna see if it was meant to be
but i promise if another b*tch step to me
you gon’ see how quick sh*t can get deadly
readily
call this n*gga deally to scoop
you know keemy in the passenger
we ride in the coop
i be rolling in the back
got n*ggas ready to shoot
so you if you think you the one
i’ll put ya name on a 2

cause we dem k!llas
got em screaming “what a time”
charge it to the wave
baby you know i’m a vibe
ya business and ya pleasure
that should never coincide
and i’m all about my cake
and not the one above my thighs

and i get really out of line with this rap sh*t
had some friends that turned to foes
and then they got clipped
n*ggas chasing me and kelz
almost crahsed whips
we doing donuts in the city hitting backflips
getting mad chips

and i don’t like it with the guac
i can never understand on why all these b*tches love to talk
always hanging with these n*ggas that be posted on the block
baby girl that kinda sh*t will have some n*ggas off ya top
have some n*ggas blow it back
i’m getting racks in this sh*t
if you gonna hang with kei we blowing bags in this b*tch
how you f*cking with a shorty that be average?
get no bread
get no head
can’t be having it
beantown
i shut it down
im cabbage
intellectual
that’s what you call a bad chick
he likes a shorty with a ass that’s established
and i’m gonna k!ll this f*cking game
straight savage
bag it

all you n*ggas dead to me
six deep under lil n*gga
head to feet
wonder why ya homeboy keep texting me
say he wanna lay up and get next to me

all you n*ggas dead to me
six deep under lil n*gga
head to feet
wonder why ya homeboy keep texting me
say he wanna lay up and get next to me
i can never stress for a b*tch
i ain’t got a check for a b*tch
ten bands
i threw it on her purse
ima cash out
i know that she be jugging in that trap house

yeah
i need a bad b*tch
she better hold my glizzy
im a savage
back out
i better get the
f*ck
aye
back out
i better get to cl!cking with the action

yeah
i need a big bag
you ain’t getting money with yo b*tch ass
hit it once
she jacking crip
she wan’ be mrs. cash
hit it once
she jacking crip
but i can’t kiss that

my opps really dead to me
i link an opp thot
this what she really said to me
i’ll really give the drop if you can get the bread to me
sh*t i’m like say dat
cuzzo put it to his head for me

all you n*ggas dead to me
six deep under lil n*gga
head to feet
wonder why ya homeboy keep texting me
say he wanna lay up and get next to me

yeo

it’s the don m*th*f*cka and you’re dead to me
got your shorty in my bed
she giving head to me
i know you p*ssed that ya main b*tch s*xing me
don’t give a f*ck about a n*gga
you a pest to me

so what the f*ck you wanna do?
if you wanted smoke
i got a blizz inside the coupe
i could pull up on you with that thing on my side
it’s the truth
i’m the bomb
f*ck the fame
imma ride for my dudes
and my sisters

shorty talking wild
shoot her mister
i ain’t f*cking joking
no i never been a trickster
n*gga said he dizzy
dome spinning like a twister
kei pass the lighter
imma put him in a swisher

she wanna kick it with a n*gga but i block her
goalie
now i want your b*tch
imma f*ck her
slowly
she ain’t telling you the truth
i’m the godd boy you know me
and if he want a problem
we shoot like ginóbili

all you n*ggas dead to me
six deep under lil n*gga
head to feet
wonder why ya homeboy keep texting me
say he wanna lay up and get next to me

- kei lyrics

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