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dead guys - project pat lyrics

[hook]
i told them dead guys i dont bury them
n-gg- play with them
they gon’ have to bury him
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy

[verse 1]
need to play with your b-tch
before you play with my money
i been, not, never let a n-gg- take sh-t from me
bussing bout them dead guy
to you a dead guy
f-ck your chest
i’m aiming at your head now (head shot)
i’ve got a hundred sitting in the clip for you, actus
you n-gg-s talking sh-t, who really not factus
i found a n-gg-, dog i need it all bad
he don’t bring it back
i’m a blow out his back
play with my change
i’m a spray his brain
and leave the streets main
with a permanent stain
let a n-gg- play me
who the f-ck playin
you and your partner body
in the woods detain

[hook]
i told them dead guys i dont bury them
n-gg- play with them
they gon’ have to bury him
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy

[verse 2]
pull up on the horse shoe
let the choppers talk
when them yappers bark
bodies get put in chalk
now you n-gg-rs want to burse it
you use to curse me
b-tch i’m sipping gold bottles
you lil’ n-gg-rs thirsty
still smoking bobby brown
i’m on kaley green
cup full a nyquil
i’m on promethazine
you n-gg-s playin with yuh self
playing with yuh elf
f-ck around and be a body playin with my wealth
i done had hard time
was no hand outs
play time, bed time
was no planned routes
just a journey to
all fake n-gg-s shook
speak the truth over hard [?] street
n-gg-s look, real crook
by the book
never did i testify
ak 40 plenty shooters b-tch
don’t you kiss the fire
cause these toaster gon’ burn you like toast
i’m smoking on this [?] from the west coast

[hook]
i told them dead guys i dont bury them
n-gg- play with them
they gon’ have to bury him
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy
f-ck with my dead guys
you’s a dead guy

[verse 3]
in the streets
like the g’s
and the most
we stay hustling
like the foes
pole club full a smoke
nothing but the [?]lounge
young n-gg-s throwin gang signs in the crowd
champagne being pop
b-tches poppin’ -ss
boss n-gg- sipping at the gl-ss, throwing cash
os n-gg-s watching from, the sidelines
browns on their face see real n-gg- shine
lambrigini got their mouth hanging like a monkey
down [?] hoes fatter than a donkey
the whole club going up
on a sat-rday
they party white liquor
till the next day
everyday i make a plate
thats a chick day
and we living every d-mn day
like it’s chick day
stuntin like a baby
flexin’ like i’m slim
cash money n-gg-
hustle but i’m [?]
get yuh cake up
get yuh p-ssy made up
yow n-gg-s that’s yuh table with no food on they plate…bro

[outro]
d-mn, sh-t
that ain’t right my n-gg-
yow..that’s f-cked up
very
don’t f-ck with my dead guys my n-gg-

- project pat lyrics

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