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dead yet - lil migo lyrics

[intro: sleazyworld go]
mm*mm (mm*mm)
grrt
uh*uh, come on (acec, turn that heat up, n*gga)
yeah (yeah)
i’m on my sh*t (migo, i’m on my sh*t, migo)
it’s is, come on
come on (uh, uh, uh)

[chorus: sleazyworld go]
we tote ks, draco’s and glocks, we don’t do smith & wesson’s (uh)
ask the last n*ggas tried to slide, we taught them boys a lesson (come on)
i can’t lay up with no b*tch, get off my nut next (uh)
face shot to the last opp’, but his man’s got hit all up in his neck (grrt, grrt)
if i spin his sh*t tonight, bet by tomorrow i’ii make it back (no cap)
slap the 50 on my glizzy, lookin’ like nuts, we call ’em sacks (spin)
how you rappin’ but ain’t spin yet? (huh?)
n*ggas be k!llers on them songs, but somehow my n*ggas ain’t dead yet (my n*ggas ain’t dead yet)
[verse 1: lil migo]
okay, let’s go
uh, box on the back of the glizzy (box), can shoot fifty shots, but it shoot double rounds (rounds)
boxеs on the back of the truck (box), when i run this sh*t up and i gеt in town (town)
count up the money, unload the hundreds (grrt), i buried this sh*t in the ground (beep)
had to go get me a savings account (savings), i’m used to stuffin’ this sh*t in the couch (couch)
uh, sticking d*ck all in her mouth (mouth)
we beat the b*tches that they beefin’ ’bout (uh)
uh, i be the talk of the town (town)
stacking this sh*t up as tall as a mound (d*mn)
run through it, i’m losing count (beep)
balance the money, hope it equal out (out)
balance the trap, i can beat it down (go)
balance the lemon, i can squeeze it out (brrt)

[verse 2: sleazyworld go]
my n*ggas ain’t dead (uh*huh)
tried duck too many shots, sent off a couple, stuck to his head (grrt)
bent the block, we missed a couple opps
we bent that b*tch again (come on)
heard them switches just came in, put ’em b*tches on f&n’s (fah*fah)
phew, huh, shoot like a chop (yeah)
leg shot won’t do the job, aim up, shoot for his top (aim for his top)
aim up, shoot for his brim, them boys be shootin’ above the rim (shooting above the rim)
slap the switch up on the glock, chances of surviving probably slim (fah*fah, brrt)
[chorus: sleazyworld go]
we tote ks, draco’s and glocks, we don’t do smith & wesson’s (uh)
ask the last n*ggas tried to slide, we taught them boys a lesson (come on)
i can’t lay up with no b*tch, get off my nut next (uh)
face shot to the last opp’, but his man’s got hit all up in his neck (grrt, grrt)
if i spin his sh*t tonight, bet by tomorrow i’ii make it back (no cap)
slap the 50 on my glizzy, lookin’ like nuts, we call ’em sacks (spin)
how you rappin’ but ain’t spin yet? (huh?)
n*ggas be k!llers on them songs, but somehow my n*ggas ain’t dead yet (my n*ggas ain’t dead yet)

- lil migo lyrics

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