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dead (demo) - ¥$, kanye west & ty dolla $ign lyrics

[intro: future]
yeah
f*ckin’ on a ig model, when i get through, i’m kickin’ her out, she dead
she dead now, sh*t over (atl jacob, atl jacob)
oh, yeah, yeah
yeah

[chorus: future]
f*ckin’ on a ig model, when i get through, i’m kickin’ her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
none of my opps ain’t poppin’ outside ’cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
young n*gga iced out in a new drop*top, lookin’ like i’m ridin’ in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)
i can’t be playin’ with thеse diamonds (dead, dead)
i can’t bе playin’ with this money, no way (dead, dead)

[verse 1: ty dolla $ign & lil durk]
ooh, yeah
my new b*tch a whole mood, yeah
the top floor nice, i’ma move here
f*cked all her friends, she got two left
ayy, in my robe, i’m the new hef’
i’m a dog, i dm my ex
she rockin’ clothes from five d*cks ago
it’s gettin’ cold, you need a different coat (brr)

[verse 2: lil durk & future]
brodie od’d off the xan, i hope my b*tch understand (dead, dead, dead)
i put the switch on a ten (dead)
this ain’t no regular mclaren, freddy (dead, dead)
b*tch, get your feet out the bed (dead, dead)
i’m off these drugs, i don’t mean what i’m sayin’
i know a k!ller who forcin’ my hand
paid him in cash
six carat earrings, won’t hear what you sayin’
fly to saint barts, put your feet in the sand (dead, dead)
why you run off and i gave you a ten? (dead, dead)
gave her a lamb’, might bury a benz (dead, dead)
b*tch, i’m a dog, i’ll marry ya friend (dead, dead)
baccarat aura, i’m rubbin’ it in (dead, dead)
b*tch, you look poor, you don’t got a man (dead, dead)
f*ck while she sore, she pee in the bed (dead, dead)
her faja be liftin’, i f*ck her again (dead, dead)
went on my live and i upped a mill’
heard you be lyin’, did you f*ck her for real?
b*tterfly nervous, put her on chanel
hold up the line ’cause she posed to amiri
she want two*hundred, i gave her a nickel
i took a pic with a switch in the mirror
[chorus: future]
f*ckin’ on a ig model, when i get through, i’m kickin’ her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
none of my opps ain’t poppin’ outside ’cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead)
young n*gga iced out in a new drop*top, lookin’ like i’m ridin’ in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead)
i can’t be playin’ with these diamonds (dead, dead)
i can’t be playin’ with this money, no way (dead, dead)

[verse 3: future, ty dolla $ign]
but i’m still in the lamb’ on a tesla
but i’m still in the lamb’, yeah, yeah
still goin’ ham, my hitters muslim
they still goin’ ham, yeah, yeah
drop ’em and hit ’em, and pull ’em, and pay ’em
ain’t with the fraud and i ain’t with the scams
tyson breakin’ sh*t down for the fam’
aim with no cap, but i ride with the brims
custom interior, came with the him
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym
cook up the yay’, make it jump out the gym

[verse 4: kanye west]
twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty
every time you f*ck him, why you feel dirty?
put you on the team, gave you a new jersey
met you in new york, drove you to new jersey
you don’t need to work, girl, you too pretty
you the reason why your friends bought new titties
you know what’s comin’ next, you gotta move with me
found out you f*cked a n*gga that was cool with me
when they seen us on the ‘net, yeah, dude hit me
how you ain’t got no business, but you too busy?
‘fore your homegirl got that work done, she charge two*fifty
all i ever wanted was you to be true with me
house up in the hills like drew, with me
same house back in school that you drew with me
we both make mistakes, but is you with me?
you know i’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
you know i’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
you know i’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
you know i’m crazy, but you crazy glued to me
[lyrics from snippet]

[verse 5: kanye west]
i know you n*ggas scared, i don’t blame you
i was where you was at, i was the same you
i was the main too, worried ’bout the fame, dude
worried ’bout what that name do
i know what that pain do
…

- ¥ kanye west ty dolla ign lyrics

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